[ When you're kidnapped, mentally screwed with, and arrested all in one week, there's not a whole heck of alot you can do. Figures that the good would only be balanced out by the bad. And it figures that after surviving a face off with a serial killer and the machinations of a mysterious figure who rivals the Cigarette Smoking Man, you'd be defeated by an
Ordinary convience store. Somewhere, Kevin Smith is laughing.]
Bar door opens.
The man who enters isn't nearly as put together as he was last time. His face is pale, he can barely stand, and he seems completely oblivous to the fact that this is not an Arco Parkinglot.
Staggering to the bar proper, Matt drops like a stone into a stool.
"...Asprin?"
A bottle of Asprin Materializes as Matt swallows several without the benefit of water before dropping his head to the table.
[Psychics and similarly sensitive people beware. Matt's broadcasting like a radio tower. his abilities have amplified-and chances are he won't make tons of sense if you do engage him in conversation. If you have a puppet who could help with his current problem-grab me in chat or ping me at clericpikachu? Ultimate love.]