Captain Spaulding stood with his arms resting on the counter in his gas station. He hadn’t gotten a customer all day, and it was now 11:30 pm. He was bored as hell, and his clown makeup was starting to agitate him, but he knew he couldn’t remove it just yet. His eyes lit up as he heard the door open, and watched someone walk in and look around. “Fuckin’ finally. I haven’t had a customer all day.” He sighed, standing up straight now.