I don't know what's going on, but last night I was told to wait at an airport terminal with one of those name signs... anyway, I don't remember much after that... except someone came up from behind me with a chloroform-coated cloth. Next thing I know, I wake up in a cheap Milwaukee Motel room with a pounding headache and deep scratches in my back.
I wonder if the traveller I was supposed to pick-up faired alright... hey wait, maybe it was the traveller who abused me!
Who the hell is Sweet Meats?