110: Finding Better Place to Stay

The next morning, Dim-Dim woke up feeling dizzy. The motel he stayed in was indeed very cheap, and the room was not soundproof. All night he heard someone watching monstraflix from the next room, and basically, the soap opera watched by that person was just about worthless couple quarrels, screams, and cries. And what annoyed him was not just the unclear storyline, but Dim-Dim could imagine that the movie script must have been typed in all-caps letters, entirely, without exception. Ugh, Dim-Dim needed another place to stay. If only there was a motel cheaper than this $30 per night motel.

Trying not to complain too much, he went to the bathroom, rinsed himself from the sweat and mess of the night before, then put on a flannel shirt, long pants, and a coat. After that, he flew to the back of the hospital where he did his research yesterday.

Dim-Dim was kicking through the bushes, searching for ant-sized Type A monsters, or perhaps the burrows they created, but found none. He combed t