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Bad English's When I See You Smile is _not_ the preferred song for pumping one up for a Friday afternoon full of baseball, burgers, and beer.

Especially when you can't eat cheese.

So the butler, having been promoted to Shucker at the oyster bar, is juggling a bit of a conundrum. He secured himself a new room with one of the chefs at his establishment in a slightly sketchy, slightly run down building on the back side of the tourist facade. You know the kind. It seems it has historically, at least in the last few years, supported tenants of the transient and/or resturantuer type - odd people with odd schedules doing.. well.. odd things.

Day one in the new joint, with his futon crammed up above the hallway in a small 3 foot high loft, he woke up to a strange fellow offering him some drink concoction of cocaine and other sundrys. He declined.. he did have to work, afterall. Before he does run off to work he does drop $150 off in Sue's hand for the follow month's rent.

Day three, maybe, and his roommate Sue disappeared. She's a narly character with big thick dreads and wide pants high up on her ankles and a nasty gash above her left eye - the result of a recent mugging (of course she knew the fellow).

Day four, and Sue didn't show for work. Someone came in and covered for her and no one took much notice.

Day five or six, still no Sue, but her ex showed up and dropped off Sue's dog - a nice boxer/pit bull mix named Lily.

Day six or seven the landlandy showed up. The butler was asked who he was and what he was doing in the apartment. He relayed that he was just staying for a week or so and that he thought it had been okayed by Sue. Sue? She asked.. Sue isn't even on the lease. huh? A quick run down of the facts shows the apartment is actually leased to her ex, who hasn't lived there in some time. They also show that Sue has failed to pay anything close to a full month's rent in some time. The landlady is none-too-pleased and insists she will have to start the eviction process.

Day nine, after walking and feeding the dog since it was dropped off, the butler returns to the apartment to find the dog missing. No Sue either.

Day ten, The building manager makes his appearance, declares the situation a lost cause, announces the police will arrive in three days and that the butler, if he wished to save anything at all, should get it the heck out of the apartment as quick as was humanly possible.

Day eleven, after a long night of shucking the butler returns to find the door kicked in, Sue's bedroom light on, and gives up all hope. Looting begins.