You leave for--

--A year.

--A year, and everything goes to the dogs.

We lost the lease to Diamond Dogs?

No, we lost the lease to the bank.

It's what happens when somebody decides to pay ten months of back rent with moldy pennies and a cheese sandwich.

Not just any cheese sandwich, THE Cheese Sandwich.

I stand by that they were misreading the situation.

Yeah, I don't think the bank takes kindly to slave-trade.

Regardless of how we got here--

Back rent.

Regardless--!

And that lawsuit.

Re--!

And the ski trip!

Oh, the mountains looked so beautiful...

REGARDLESS!

…We're here now...

And we have a lot of work to catch up on.

Everyone pick up a broom and start cleaning this place up.

But--!

No buts!

...And someone clean that disgusting pile of trash in the corner.

...Cap'n--

I wasn't even standing in the corner that long.

Author's Notes:

Hello everyone! I am slowly making a return, and I would appreciate anyone to visit my latest blog to see what I am hoping to fill out amidst my return. I hope to add in more details, and I would love feedback. This is a link to the latest blog.