Billy: Entering the Superhero Hotel

As I walked in, I breathed in deeply. Finally, a place that didn't smell like beer breath... usually. Maggie Johnson, the hotel manager, sometimes was a little tipsy, but with her job, who wouldn't be.

"Hello," some hotel staff-member said. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes, under Billy the Boy on Crack."

"Okay, Mr. Crack, right this way."

I followed her as she led me to my usual room 329. He lay on the bed and tried not to think about the Superhero Conference the following morning.

 

 

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