Wrapped

I have a friend who is a mummy. He lives at a museum. I show up at night after the museum has closed and we go out and do things.

Recently we went to a bar. People thought my friend had been in a terrible accident. They bought him a lot of drinks. He got pretty drunk and couldn’t stand up. I had to carry him outside to a cab. I brought him back to the museum, and then I went back home.

The next night I got a call from my mummy friend. He wanted to see if I’d like to hang out. I said that I was angry at him because he got so drunk and I ended up being his caretaker. My friend apologized.

We went out that night. For payback I made my friend take a personality test at the Scientology Center.