I was in the bus station last night sleeping off a good drunk and a bad headache. I find that the smell of old sausage, vomit, urine, and dirty feet is just what is needed to clear ones head and help bring about a good purging of all the left over crap you ate while you were too drunk to know what you were eating. Anyway, when I had just finished adding to the ambiance, a man in a long coat walked up to me. He offered to sell me a wide range of Festina watches. I wiped the spittle from my chin, stood up and kicked him in the groin. After beating him about the head and neck until he didn’t move any more I had a wonderful selection of watches for sale.