“Ugh oh my—Meyer!! ACK! Where the hell are you?! God, my eyes!!” she wails, and I turn to see what looks like a frog in a human suit, standing on its hind legs. A naked old man with an indent where his ass should be—fuck—yep, my eyes sadly went there. The man turns and Fee’s screams echo through the room. “MEYER WHY!!!!” “Shit, I’m sorry, sir,” I say to the man before I scoop my belongings out of the locker and bolt, he and his naked-old-man-clan shouting expletives behind me. “Why did you apologize to him?! Jesus Christ, apologize to me!”
