State Fish and Wildlife inspectors were dumbfounded to realize that Rocky was actually washing his peanut butter sandwich. They replayed the footage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security camera again and again. It was the Face of Everyman who verified their findings. Orts had drifted his way and channeled his dreams into a series of gastronomic delights.
Breakfast at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa weight loss clinic was a thin gruel of Barley water and something dreadful which compounded Palomar’s feelings of hunger. He stepped outside for a smoke and a brief chat with the Face of Everyman while casting his eyes about for any orts. Expletive. Evening waitstaff had been meticulous.
The menu on the chalk board clearly stated that Orts were the only item being served. The kitchen and wait staff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were busy preparing for New Years Eve festivities. None the less, out of the corner of his eye, the Face of Everyman spotted two unhappy customers approaching. His otherwise nimble mind tried to come up with something, some appeasement. Following heated words, the venerable sage reluctantly presented each with complementary coupons, good for one Bloody Mary tomorrow morning between 6 and 10 AM.
Harmony was about to enter the receiving line to meet the groom’s parents. She wanted to look her best as they were a prominent and influential couple here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. At the last minute she sensed something not quite right and turned to the Face of Everyman for a quick check. Indeed, orts peppered her nose. A quick rinse in the sacred waters of the Spring of Eternal Giving and she felt presentable enough for royalty.