I pressed the doorbell. Nothing happened for the next 15 seconds. I pressed it again. Nothing at all, except for the occasional rustle of the wind passing through the bushes below. So, I did the only logical thing left to do. I spam pressedspam-pressed the doorbell, pressing it about three times per second, as fast as I cancould. Then I heard “Coming! You don’t have to spam it, I hear you!” Satisfied that the ringing had been effective to alert Richard’s surprisingly short attention span, (about that of a hamster) I stood up straight and waited. I heard the lock of the door and the jingling of keys. The doorknob turned.

“Hello!” Richard shouted as he saw me. He eagerly waved me inside and sat me down in an armchair. (All(all part of being a good host). “My mom just made a banana smoothie for us,” he informed me. It was quite a surprise because I liked his mothersmother's banana smoothie. It can becould have been a coincidence, because he never knew I liked it. It made it weirder as I observed that he winced as he drank from the glass of the smooth yellow concoction. He asked if I wanted to do anything, and turned down my suggestion of wrapping the toilet seat with clear plastic wrap (Very(very evil prank, especially for revenge). His suggestion was that we play with the WiiU. Now, this was my first time playing video games. I’ve played computer games before, and games on a phone or tablet, but they weren’t exactly “Video Games”Games.” So my initial response was “Oh, heck yeah, why not?” Or something like that. As he booted the thing up, I sat on the armchair and closed my eyes.