Grift

Well, well, well. Look who just dropped in? Was it Johnnie Dark Eyes? “Here to cash your mom’s widows’ pension check?” asked the Face of Everyman. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was home all types. Johnnie was just one of them.

Sports

Always a day late and a dollar short Pogo swept the ballroom floor of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Not a scrap of food did he find. the Face of Everyman had warned him to take a break from World Cup Soccer at meal time.

Sabotaged

the Face of Everyman scrolled through the security camera footage to find the moment the lake level started to recede at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He was sure that he would find the culprit responsible for dislodging the pipe. Though the Crow looked innocent enough.

Tinnitus

Murgatroyd searched everywhere for the source of the ringing in his ears. the Face of Everyman suggested he visit the clinic Monday morning for an exam. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was only second best to the Mayo Clinic. the Face of Everyman kept track of those things.

Rat out

Colchester threatened to rip the Face of Everyman from his moorings if he did not reveal the source of the delicious peanut aroma

circulating throughout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Haplessly the Venerable Sage dropped the dime on the Crows.

X-ray?

Using the primitive x-ray techniques available at the time the Face of Everyman was able diagnose various complaints at the rural clinic. Somehow guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa rarely had serious injuries.

PTSD

No one was sure that they had seen this Vet before. Few casualties booked into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman directed him to the amputee clinic at the Spa. It seemed appropate.