It was early in the morning you were sitting on the couch that was on the porch of the mystery shack, you were zoning out while waiting you were waiting for Mabel to return from grabbing something from inside.

Stan came out of the mystery shack in his regular suit, ready to take on tourists with his phony attraction inside the shack. He was drinking a pit-cola like normal, and was standing tall and confident.

"So, kid, whatcha thinking about?"