It was a dark and foggy Sunday night in Colma, the City of the Dead, just
South of San Francisco. Our anti-hero, Phil Nutman, dined on a feast of
juicy yard bird, yams that looked like yellow squash, and the wine did a
swift disappearing act after Doctor Bodenstein offered a single shot of
lemon liquer to all present. Phil drank the nectar innocently, as Nurse Anya
watched him with a careful eye, holding a tin of dark chocolate covered
coffee beans--the Coffee Beans of Doom!
What happens next, children, is absolutely true.