Job?

Onyx didn’t know who to thank for this most excellent meal. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa always tried to take care of its own. the Face of Everyman would have liked a little recognition but was satisfied that, so far, AI hadn’t threatened his job.

Fracture?

It was clear that the wing needed to be x-rayed, but the light was poor, too defused. Try as he might the Face of Everyman could not make a positive diagnosis. Try the clinic was his best suggestion. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was behind the times in many areas.

Trophy

Belmont knew that he was a sure winner of monthly trophy photo contest. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa owed him a debt of gratitude for removing such vermin. the Face of Everyman knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg of such competition.

Work?

Members of the Crow Clan stand around with stomachs growling, but half rations is just what the Face of Everyman had declared for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Venerable Sage suggested that they try the beach at low tide and do a little work for their supper.

Hot tip

Domingo hid his face from the camera. For the past year he had been in the Witness Protection Program and gone undetected by Interpol, and the CIA. the Face of Everyman feared that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was becoming a hide out for criminals. He quietly called the FBI Anonymous Tip Line.