Martin's job was quite simple, very simple. His profession did not require much experience, nor much skill/ He simply, was simply, the greatest 'simp boi' of all time. He would do that all morning, every morning, except TuSanday, the day he used to replace Tuesday as he had a great disdain for the day. And the name. And the colour,- basically everything about it. The word 'Tuesday' brought great sadness and upset to the wonderful man's mind and heart. 

Almost causing his second break-down that day. 

He'd had about five this week and it was only Wednesday. 

Martin thought, or rather,- wanted to believe it was TuSunday.

It, however, unfortunately was not. And so, Martin had to go about his early morning routine and job.

He was known world-wide, internationally as 'ASMR Daddytz' or 'ASMR Daddy', with the side of 'ASMR Papi' for short. He had stolen the 'Papi' from James Marriott, a YouTuber who he was due to be making a collaboration/collab with in the coming days. Weeks. Or months. Perhaps even years, given his upload schedule.

It was at that very moment Martin received a call. The call of his life. 

He answered the call and to his great surprise, came the crusty voice of James Marriott. Huh, that was unusual. He usually didn't seem, nor sound all that crusty. And he had called, rang from a no-caller ID. Non-caller ID? Possibly. I don't know. I do not know. and nor do you. (You might)

The words he spoke were nothing but perfection. 

"Martin," he began. 

"-I have an Island, located off the coast of Spain, close enough as I am trilingual, you know. I usually use it to host the Tory, IRA  or UDL meetings with the- or, err da boys/ but I've decided you and your girlfriend/boyfriend/partner, Y/N should use it for a week or two while the stigma on your new career and relationship die down," James continued. 

"Wow, James!! Martin exclaimed excitedly. 

"You really do know how to treat a fellow," he added as an image of Squidward, a beloved character from the 'hit' TV show 'Sponge Bob Square Pants' came to mind and his lower regions began to harden. Wow, that was a problem he really needed to fix or get a hang of at some point during his stay on (or at?) the Island. (I am capitulating the 'i' as the Island's name is 'Island'.)

Right then. 

With that, James and Martin, Martin and James said and bid their goodbyes, promising to meet up for a romantic lunch or dinner sometime around two weeks later.

Note:
Yes, the 'lower regions' part was not the greatest nor the most fun. Although, I'd be a liar if I claimed it did not bring me some sense of joy, enjoyment or amusement within the first few seconds or so of its creation