I woke up with a hood over my head and blood on my favorite shirt. And there's teeth marks on me. Like dog bites.

Don't really remember what happened, but I'm thinking it must've been a rough night.

Shit. My little sandwiches are gone.

Yeah. Maybe there's been times when a hooded cloak would come in handy. But I could really do without the rest of it. Christ.

At least it came with a basket full of free grub.