Rocky was unaware of a 2nd security camera protecting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  It wouldn’t have mattered.  He sought a boon from the Goddess Of Perpetual Succour recently renamed from the far less august title of Perpetual Hunger.  These long Summer days meant that he couldn’t forage till after the ever later sunsets.  Perhaps she could do something about making nightfall sooner.  In return he would embellish her shrine with a chicken bone.  The Goddess was unlikely to grant a favor on such a weak promise.


Palomar had booked into the world famous weight loss clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  On the first day he broke the rules, stuffing his face.  When caught on camera, all he could say was: “Does this pop corn make me look fat?”  The venerable sage had witnessed this scene played over and over.

Pop Corn

Finisterre loved pop corn with butter.  Unfortunately the sweepings from last night’s movies at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was drenched in truffle oil with a hint of Brewer’s yeast.  His only resort was soaking each fluffy kernel in the cleansing waters.  Luckily for the Face of Everyman truffle oil was close to SPF-60.