the Face of Everyman had set aside the first day of each calendar quarter to hear the complaints of the murmurers and complainers. Most folks were soft spoken and had “their hat in their hand” when they sought succor from a perceived wrong. Not so with Bellicose Billy. Obstreperous was his middle name when it came to complaints about food. His stipend had been late every time and was usually moldy and starting to ferment. The venerable sage tried to point out that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was at the end of the supply chain and that there were always substitutions and shortages. Billy just turned up the volume. There seemed no escape from his raucous voice.