Roscoe

For months Roscoe had planned a daring daylight raid on a clandestine Crawdad mill hidden somewhere on the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  It was meant to be a hit and run operation but somehow he got into a deep philosophical discussion with the Face of Everyman over the nutritional merits of crayfish over the common garden slug.  Poor Roscoe, he returned home empty handed and had to be satisfied with dumpster diving for someones discarded dried figs.