"Lion-o, wake up!"

"Go back to sleep, Snarf. It's Saturday," groaned Lion-o.

"But Lion-o, there's candy!" squeaked Snarf. "It's falling from the sky, snarf snarf."

"Just remember to save some for me," mumbled Lion-o, his eyes closed.

"Get your own candy. In situations like this, it's every snarf for himself," said Snarf before scampering off to eat more candy.

There was some sort of big party going on outside, but Lion-o didn't really feel like going. Instead, he was writing a letter home to the rest of the Thundercats, telling them about his week of introductions, more introductions, and even more introductions. Along the way he'd shot some cows and discovered something called a Squishy.

He was really feeling homesick, though, and by the time he was done with his letter, Lion-o was struggling to hold back tears.

[Establishy, but open!]