Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
The costume was so saggy, and Topher so unimposing, that he became a target. Once, I came upon him wriggling against a light pole. A group of drunks had taken the arms of the costume and tied them around the fixture, trapping him in the afternoon heat. Guests walked right past him, oblivious to his struggles and muffled pleas for help.
