Outside the Club

You approach the front of the club, wincing slightly as the constant thumping bass begins to vibrate your skull. A disorderly line of ravers is queued up in front of the doors, preening and adjusting their garishly-colored outfits, hoping to impress the burly doorman who controls access to the interior of the club.

The bouncer turns toward you as he sees you approach. He looks you up and down, and then proceeds to ignore you with the expression of a blank stone wall. A few of the ravers giggle and smirk. "Check out the fossil," one titters. "'S'matter Grandpa, they cancel your bingo night?"

Looks like it's time to teach some young pups a few old tricks.

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