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You are two steps past the front door when a whiny voice barks, "Hey, you big lummox!" You groan. It's the landlord. The sour-faced little man marches straight up to you and waves a finger in your face. "What do you mean by strutting in here half naked? And dripping water all over the place?" You look down at the bundle under your arm. Sure enough, a steady trickle of water is leaking out. "What's the matter, haven't you ever heard of umbrellas?" the landlord continues. "Honestly, sometimes you morphs can be so dense! "
You are not a violent man, but a very small part of you wants to wrap your huge fist around the man's head and crush it like an egg. Instead, you mumble a quick apology and amble off to your apartment.
As you dump your clothes into a basket, you recall what Jake told you earlier: "still a great deal of prejudice against people like you." You sigh. Just an hour ago, being a morph seemed like the most wonderful thing in the world. Now it feels like a curse.
Written by Funny Animal