Spike strolls into the streets in a green suit still hungover from St. Patrick’s Day. He has some vomit on his shoes and a bit of cabbage hanging out of his back pocket. It’s been rough.

The sidewalk is covered in green confetti, fluids, and general trash. St. Patrick’s Day was total hit. There was much merriment and fun fare. Everyone drank, sang, ate, and smiled! What more can you ask for in life?

SantoRubio was with his sheep singing and dancing. Riina wore her new green dress and took everything off by midnight. Cadhla knocked out a homeless guy who looked at her funny. It was all the fun. Ligambi ended up making out with a cardboard woman, as he has always dreamt to do, the smell of avocados still wafting from it. Striphe’s cats tore up all the couches.

Spike stands center in the street, wipes off his suit, and blows his nose into a handkerchief. He readies himself to speak to the hungover crowd. He knew that no one would really care what he had to say, but he knew he had to at least make an announcement to everyone as is proper. People would listen and nod back off, to sleep off the liver damage. Showers were needed by all.

Hello! I am setting up shop today. This is going to be a new experience for me so I hope I can do well by the city of Las Vegas. Thank you Striphe, Angelo, and Hans for the opportunity. May Las Vegas prosper even more in time!

Spike makes a quick Irish exit off to the bar again. After a quick shower and brushing his teeth, he goes back out the bars to drink away the headache and the rest of the sour taste from the prior night still left in his mouth. May the party continue for the blessed, cheers.