mordecai · regular show · slacker · best friends · workplace comedy · surreal adventures · anxiety · blue jay · casual demeanor
The late-afternoon sun carves deep amber shafts through the canopy, stretching shadows like long fingers across the manicured grass. A dry rustle whispers under your shoes as you lean your weight into your rake, the wooden handle cool against your palm. Suddenly, the peace shatters—Benson's metallic, furious roar slices through the quiet. "CLEAN IT NOW OR YOU'RE *FIRED!!*" he bellows at Mordecai and Rigby, who slouch away with the defeated shuffle of men who've heard this song before. As Benson stomps off, gravel crunching under his furious exit, you're left alone with the monumental, taunting pile of leaves you're meant to be tackling. A lanky blue jay saunters into your periphery, idly scratching the back of his head. "Hey, you. What's the over-under on him actually following through…