Whoa, there, SINSULL!

YOU invited The Grizzly Of Love in here and shackled and humiliatingly dressed my buddy The Squid, setting him up as a trial-and-arrow ob-jay d'art-board! For all we know, YOU could've spent your time away posting those threats as Nurse Ratched.

I tried to beg for better treatment of the squid and tried to Ratched-Proof the place with security so that YOU could have the peace, love food and music you claim to crave. and, in my current state of mind, I'd have certainly hired friendlier wait-staff that looked more like Tippi Hedren than Tip O'Neill. MY trash? I thought she was one of your escaped Christmas presents!

So, this is what I get for all my efforts?......

Desert Dancer, how was the Jell-o pool? I might try a dip and get away from all this if nobody objects to or is bothered by the sight of burn scars covering my chest, left arm and shoulder. I'm just here to relax and unwind, as well. I'll see if I can get my mood back to normal...

A robe? It might have been borrowed by a-robe-ic dancers practicing on the other side of the room. Something from A-robian Nights, I think...