I awake with a start. Relieved I didn't drool (much), I look around trying to remember where I was...ah yes! The party of all parties! Half the attendees were sprawled around in various positions, there was a dragon at the bar. No Trippo in sight, but the Saucepan Man is clanking around screaming about a magic pot...was it my imagination or did I hear singing? I accidentally left a graham cracker in my applejuice. Not even a hobbit would eat that mess. I get up and walk towards the bar.
A young man is yelling and trying to rub salt out of his eyes, which is a very foolish thing to do. I hand him a glass of water.
"Chicken troubles?" I muse. "There is an agency I bet could help you. It is called 'KFC'."
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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