
His horoscope predicted another bad hair day. The sauna at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was having the rocks replaced. A task the Face of Everyman oversaw personally. Maybe tomorrow.
The dentist had cautioned Mullard to not eat or drink till the Novocaine had worn off. Poor Mullard he never took seriously what any Doctor said in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman felt sorry for birds as stupid as Mullard. For now, he couldn’t drink; would he bite his tongue next?