Choir

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The choir was decimated by the Avian Flu with the exception of Mullard whose rich baritone voice enveloped the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Today’s abbreviated service concluded with a rousing “Onward Christian Soldiers”. Memories of his homeless days brought a tear to the eye of the Face of Everyman.

Gate-crasher

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A furry beast invaded the vast sanctuary of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It’s collar was decorated in ancient hieroglyphics. the Face of Everyman was quick to interpret these markings. A word to his in-house Celebrity Chef and this wayward neighbor would carry home a nice beef bone as his inducement to leave.

Mars

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Farnsworth didn’t want it to come across as a threat but he did want the Jumbotron turned on to view this afternoon’s Mars landing. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa treated the huge TV as a piece of sports equipment but the Face of Everyman now saw this as a opportunity to sell popcorn while satisfying the public’s scientific curiosity.

Gun Play

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Since childhood Sebastian had been caught up in role playing. He’d thought that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a safe haven for all fugitives; now, he imagined that a famous bounty hunter was behind him with a “dead or alive” warrant in his hand. the Face of Everyman was strangely quiet when asked how’d he play this hand.

School

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the Face of Everyman was always pleased when youngsters showed up at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa eager to start classes at the Montietorkie school. Applicable CDC guidelines were being followed scrupulously. Schools spirits ran high.

Marti Gras

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The Marti Gras parade had been cancelled; at least for this year at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Renee wasn’t about to let a year’s worth of design and construction of an elaborate costume go unseen. the Face of Everyman witnessed a blinding flash of crimson as Renee took to the skies in an act of defiance.

Cold Feet

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Since hatching Cecil had cold feet. Now with all this snow it was no different. Every landing was torture. Surely life should be more pleasant in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman suggested that he soak his feet in the thermal pools for fifteen minutes before foraging.

Slim Pickings

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An arctic outbreak engulfed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in a blanket of snow. the Face of Everyman was pleased that his idea of using geothermal resources was keeping this bit of paradise warm. Although the songbird guests foraging for food came up with slim pickings.

Freeloaders

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It wasn’t long before Mr. and Mrs. Crow heard about the new favorable seed put out for the songbirds. Crows had avoided the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa because the head chef had lost two stars in his Michelin ratings. But now things seemed different. the Face of Everyman tried to remain cordial to these freeloaders. What else could he do?