In Tolerant Town #2 by Darren Olsen / 2003 Garshk!, I hads no ideask! They gave you a tour of the filthy grease pit?!! I thought that was only for esteemed and unfortunate employees! Where I used to work way back in the 20th century, why the filthy grease pit was usually only open to the unlucky dishwasher who fell into it! Gawd, what a stench! I never fell in, but then I took heed of the cryptic runes scratched onto the garbage dumpsters. I was indeed surprised to learn that traps are used to catch the many wonderful goodies. All this time I thought that the flies, rats, roaches, small mammals, and political spokespeople were free-range and thus, politically correct. Well, I guess behind the dumpster is pretty damn free since I wouldn't venture there unless someone paid me an oil tanker full of money. No way on dishwasher's wages, though. Ahhh! One of my favorite commercials is on! Good old Ron Popiel. He's selling spray paint for your head so won't appear to have a bald spot--just a painted bald spot. Now where's my Pocket Fisherman....? Oh well, there are other things to do in life. Such as go off to my beloved campsite on the earthquake fault and use the insane amount of government forms I acquired in this whole debacle to light the campfire. Come to think of it, a tremendous amount of government forms such as I have, and on fire, would no doubt be in violation of some code along the lines of excessive combustion or something like that. Word of advice, never, NEVER, wave to people on Theta Omicron 11--It is the MOST obscene gesture you can make! Punishable by death. They never tell tourists anything.