Mike, one of my friends in Sunburst, got fired on Saturday. Something about being in bed when he was supposed to be working (he cleans the staff accommodation, and does a good job too!), although this wasn't his first time so this time he got told to be gone by tomorrow.
So, coming back from work and planning on a lazy evening on the third floor, I found myself on the first floor in Mike's room with a couple of Rye-Cokes in my hands... Needless to say, we eventually found ourselves stumbling around Trapper's discussing Chuck Norris, and saying our farewells over and over again... Although I hope that they replace him soon, on my favourite toilet the seat has broken loose...


Left, the seeing-off-party. Right, Mike. No idea where the money or cigar came from...
I am not sure we needed to know all about the health (if you can say that) of your "favourite toilet" seat - your content quality level has dissolved to zero at great haste (instantaneously) with that little inclusion!!
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