Today was the day. He woke up to his 10:00 am alarm and stretched, getting off his couch bed. Schlatt and his cat were finally out of this shitty studio apartment. He picked up his cat and held him up like Simba from The Lion King. "Jambo we are finally out. We are, at last, breaking out, of this HELLHOLE." He exclaimed. The cat jumped out of his hands and walked away. Schlatt put his arms down. "Well someone isn't excited to leave. Why don't you stay here, you little shit?" He grumbled, going to change. He put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and his Yankees hat, the only thing besides his phone, keys, and sneakers that wasn't packed up. He grabbed those items and his cat and left that studio, never looking back.