How had he missed him when he came in? A man in full clown costume.Bright red hair and nose, painted white face, the whole thing."Says his name is Bob...." Arlene pronounced it 'Bob-O' as she continuedwith her cleaning. As far Chuck could see, she was just moving thegrease around."You mean that clown?" he spoke slowly and looked at her closely,trying to catch a tell that this was some sort of joke."No need to get nasty, Chuck. He needs a ride, you could use thecompany..."He cut her off. "I. The answer too, tucked away in the same place. Of course the answer was nothingness, blank, empty. To provide any other answer would require thought. And in this state of conditioning, thought was impossible. A void his weakened mind was completely incapable of filling. It was exactly the answer she was looking for. This one's mind and body had been conquered and now lived a life of sublime servitude. Content and fulfilled in his new life's purpose, serving his Mistress."Are you ready for. Well ... Maybe ... You know ... that preacher could heal you. You know. Make you well and all. Then the money wouldn't be so important." Louie was much more concerned for his friend not having the money to pay for a cure than he was over the loss of the money itself."Holly fucking shit! You can't be serious! You don't really believe there's such a thing as divine healing do you? How fucking dumb are you anyway?" Art shook his head in bewilderment."Well ... I don't know..." Louie was hurt by. I did some paper work as waited and then Nick entered. "Close the door." And he did and sat down. "Nick, Jill here has asked me if she could trade days with you. What days again Jill?" Jill answers. "Would like to trade Tuesday for Thursday" nick didn't say anything. "Now nick with it being short notice technically dont have to take it. And typically I would just switch her days and I be on the floor with you all but I'm neck deep in paper work so i couldnt make her the offer. But since she.