Comfort Morty.

You scratch his butt and it rises. "No don't be a slut." You push his butt down and rub his hand.

Examine coal outside

You'd rather not go outside but looking out your window was fine.
You stare at all the coal gathering in the snow and in your lawn. You sigh, your dad was working on the lawn as the coal fell. What a strong man, he hated messes and seeing this probably drove him crazy.

Help out father.

You reject the option shaking you head. You weren't going out there, and you would rather actually not make contact with your dad.

Play with your fathers tie collection.

You walk downstairs and tilt one of the ties slightly. That would probably make him ballistic.
You smile.

Captchalog piano.

You look over the electronic piano then Captchalog it sending it straight in the middle of your cloth-type Captchalog.
Hopefully something could fit inside the piano or you're barely gonna have anymore room.

Fix your hair!

Your hair! OH NO was it messed up! Oh shit.
You swoop it to the side a little more than it was before.
Perfect.

Look at your fathers book collection.

Ew. You think to yourself as you take one in your hand. This weighed like almost a gazillion pounds how does  he read these! Your father had told you once that you had full advantage of any of his books in his shelf. But honestly who would even read this. Science, and history wasn't your thing. There was a couple joke books which you take slight interest in but never had the chance to actually full on read it.

Captchalog tiny joke book.

You take the tiniest one and Captchalog it into the piano it fitting snug on top of it. It spits back out as you go to Captchalog a box it flying straight into it.

Okay... You tape the box shut and stand at your front door.

RUSH TO THE MAILBOX HURRY!

You scream like mad and rush out side shoving the box into the mailbox, gift 1 for Nichole done. Your father watches you as you run back in Coal rubbed on your cheek.

Answer the chat request from someone.

You look at your phone. It was just the troll. He could wait.