Well, after his success that day, polabonez decided to go celebrate. So he went clubbing. One, two, three (!!) scotches later, he was feeling rather woozy. He didn't even notice when another man got in his car with him as he left. As he swerved home, he told the man his life story, about how his mom had abandoned him as a young boy and he grew up watching M*A*S*H religiously. He proceeded to drone on and on about Jersey Shore, which he would reenact in front of his mirror every night before bed. The man next to him felt pity, but not too much. He pulled out an axe, and Pola the townie died.
Remember, no dead people may talk about the game unless in a site mail directly to me. I may or may not reply, but you know...
Day 3 begins. Go get em.