Run into the raining city
It literally is raining cats and dogs, which proves both painful and unhygenic (Sadly, it's not raining newspaper and litter trays as well.)
This leads to you desperately searching for a hotel with a bathroom (or some equivalent place with washing facilities.) However, you have no money, given a fudge demon stole your wallet.
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