After a day—or rather,night—at the boardwalk, you and the boys are finally walking back down the steps of the collapsed hotel. The night was supposed to end in a feast,but unfortunately you all must have gotten sidetracked, not to mention almost arrested, and now the sun was almost up and alot of people were too drunk to taste good or gone. The mood is bitter and uneasy as a result,and Paul turns to you to complain,his voice sounding almost like a sort of pout.

"That fucking cop,man." he said,while shaking his head in annoyance