Once again the Face of Everyman had been late submitting his quarterly reports to Foggy Bottoms Corporate. When his financials started showing creative accounting they sent a rather stern Bean Counter to discuss the matter. The venerable sage would not be given a second chance. “Shape up, or ship out.” Was his parting comment.
Danaans offered a gift to the Face of Everyman. As their conversation continued on into late morning, it became obvious that in exchange, the venerable sage was to hand over the valuable contract to supply Pop Corn and French Fries to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa evening movie goers. Everyman could smell a bribe a mile away.
It was the birthday of the Face of Everyman. From far and wide well wishers came to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with gifts for the venerable sage. Seen below Favian presents a glass paper weight on behalf of the Royal Murder of Crows, Temple 139. It was to be treasured by the ancient one. At last, his jumble of receipts would be tamed.
Ambrose was convinced that the bubbles contained secret messages for foreign agents operating from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He would spend hours listening for a pattern; perhaps a rhythm. About sundown he’d give up; eats some orts set aside by the Face of Everyman and return to his roost. Others gave him a wide berth.
Roscoe had one annoying habit: he discarded the shells of the Sunflower seeds on the Face of Everyman and anywhere else in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa that he pleased. The venerable sage tried to explain basic etiquette but soon gave up and merely asked Roscoe to remove the husks blocking his vision.
The Wedding was a complete disaster. The Groom locked himself in the bathroom crying and wouldn’t come out. The Bride’s Mother cut the cake and told everyone to grab some and leave. Cummerbund grabbed a mouthful but found it so dry he had to soak it. the Face of Everyman vowed not to officiate at another wedding nor cater one. Profit margins at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were thin. What was he going to do with three unused Swag Bags?
When he thought that no one was watching the Face of Everyman would bring into play the Casimir effect. Psychic forces couple with pure science would elevate near by objects. Below we see a hapless Crow experiencing magnetic levitation. Bernice flew off before the venerable sage could apologize.