| | ... as she entered the noisy joint, she pondered her recent thoughts ...
"I was dead certain I knew that tune being played, and my favorite band is Satan's Ashtray ... I'm so depressed."
Which took her back to her days at the orphanage where there was much macabre talk. Death, destruction, war, genocide, suicide ...
Somebody bumped into her, interrupting her depressive thoughts. "Hey!", Muffy shouted, immediately realizing that particular maneuver was intended to distract her while somebody picked her pocket (she learned many things at the orphanage; one of which was how to pick pockets).
But, too late ... the thief absconded with her precious ashtray, escaping through the door she had just entered.
Muffy tried to follow, but the room was too crowded.
"Oh, great", thought Muffy. "Now what am I going to do for money?"
Suddenly remembering her disheveled state, she decided to at least clean herself up a bit, so she headed for the ladies' room ... |
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