Water?

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So, this is how it ends, thought the Face of Everyman, high and dry on some deserted beach in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Actually, the kindly ol’ pensioner, had just drained and scrubbed the whole pool. It no longer smelled like Jalopenos from the chilli infused birdseed. Surely a blessing. A hose delivered water minutes later.

Discrete

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Few guests knew that the Face of Everyman had an “understanding” with the kindly ‘ol pensioner that quarterly he could under go exfoliation treatments to preserve his youthful appearance. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was renown for being very, very discrete.

Cockamamie

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the face of Everyman had spent the morning musing about a conspiracy theory he might put forth at the meeting of the Grand Masters of Destiny, Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Lodge 99. The venerable sage forgot that on occasion Galactic Law & Order folks tuned in. The near miss by the Proton Ray was meant as a friendly reminder; a shot across the bow, if you will: “Drop the sharing of cockamamie conspiracy theories.” Everyman immediately switched his thoughts to knock, knock jokes and menu planning.