Rejected Lore 5 – Lights Out
Three men walked into a bar, still fuming about the previous night. Then they saw him. They couldn’t believe their eyes, the guardian was sitting at the bar, head resting on a half-eaten plate of steak and potatoes.
He sat up when he saw them, mashed potatoes stuck to his face.
“Hey gals” said HotShotData, with an obvious slur. “Up for another round?”