Newcomers to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa often showed curiosity as whether or not the Face of Everyman had legs. The venerable sage found that behavior very rude.
Rude
Meaning
Prestly tried to find meaning to his life here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He thought of asking the venerable sage but knew that the Face of Everyman would spout some lofty theory and he would be no better off than he was now.
Skates?
Without skates, Barnaby was at a loss how to enjoy the ice at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to order skates in songbird sizes. His pond heater was due any day now.
Gravitas
Fensterwald was running for District Attorney of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His stern demeanor seemed appropriate. the Face of Everyman gave him the strongest of endorsements.
Rain
Special?
Audit
Combat
IRS Agent
The IRS agent was clear. He was here to look at the books of an import company of which the Face of Everyman was listed as CEO. The venerable sage had so many small and varied interests that surely he couldn’t be expected to recall any particular one at a moments notice. The agent was gruff and all business, yet he gave “E” till Tuesday to meet his demands. Everyman thought: “Better call . . .”
Bully
The renown Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had an enviable record for child behavior and discipline. Bully insigated dust ups seldom occurred; that is until “Diesel” Rekker transferred in from some do-gooder wild life rescue outfit upstate. Seen above, frozen in fear, is “Twinky” LaRue. the Face of Everyman felt powerless to intervene.
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