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Arthur stood up, or tried to. The floor felt like the deck of a ship in a hurricane. He tilted forty-five degrees to the left, his hand grasping wildly for the counter. He missed, accidentally slapping a toaster across the room. With a heroic lurch, he made it to the refrigerator. Opening the door felt like pulling a bank vault. Inside, the milk carton looked like it was vibrating. Arthur looked up, eyes hovering in two different
He managed to grab a carton of eggs. His fingers, now feeling like overstuffed sausages, squeezed too hard. Crunch. A gooey, yellow mess slid down his pajama pants. Arthur giggled—a deep, bubbly sound—before realizing he was now slipping on the very eggs he just broke. He performed a slow-motion interpretive dance, limbs flailing, before landing face-first in a pile of clean laundry. He tilted forty-five degrees to the left, his
Arthur woke up on the kitchen linoleum with a single, pressing mission: His daughter’s birthday party was starting in three hours, and he had promised "The World’s Best Pancakes." The problem? The celebratory drinks from last night’s championship win were still very much in charge of his motor skills.