"Hey, you hosers! Get your feet of the coffee table, eh?" Says Carol the cook (not to be confused with Carol the coffee drinker). "And somebody put a bib on that hoser of a bear! He's slobbering all over everyone's t-shirts..."

Coffee drinking Carol turns to the dancer in the t-shirt... "So how's tips at the Atherly these days? I'm thinking about gettin a gig there, but I heard the customers blow all of their money at the casino."

The hoser in the baggy pants gets up on the beer case coffee table and clears his throat... he looks around the room, thinks hard for a minute, and steps back down, sitting next to the hoser with the harmonicas. They talk in whispered tones for a few minutes and then the harmonica hoser gets up on the coffee table and prepares to speak...

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Brothers and Sisters. I would like to make an announcement. My saggy friend here has made an important decision that could very well effect us all... indeed could effect the entire course of history for this lifetime and maybe several lifetimes to come. He has decided to try to put the errors of his past behind him, and attempt a second run for Mayor of Orillia. He is hopefull that most of you will be able to forgive him for his past indescretions, and he swears he's gotten rid of the toenail clippings collection... Honest."

"I believe him, eh?" Says Doug.

"Beauty, eh?" says Bob. "Let's have a beer to celebrate..."

As he reaches past the bear to grab a couple of brews from the nearest sofa arm, his face is momentarily buried Gordon Heavyfoot's fur. Nestled comfortably in the bear's undercoat is a residue of debris from all of the dumpsters in town. Including a small jar full of something looking suspiciously like... could it be? Toenail clippings?

Maybe it was too much beer, or maybe it was the sight of the contents of the jar. Holding his hand to his mouth, Bob jumps up and runs out the side door, diving for the nearest McGill portable toilet...