It took John a while to make his way down the hall and involved becoming intimately acquainted with the wall as he felt along it. He finally made it to the living room, a victory!!, and squinted around. He could barely make out a blob of shit, but once he did he walked over, confident that there wouldn't be anything on the floor because they didn't really have anything.

Except he tripped over a pile of their cooking utensils and fell face flat down onto the pile and partially onto one (1) Dave Strider. Good luck trying to fall back asleep now, spectacle thief!! Except he hadn't planned that at all.

"Dave! Have you seen my glasses?"