Sifting through the rummage, you come across about 20 jars of preserves, a cane, a red wig, and
what looks like a .... a....
You jump about a foot in the air when you see there's a man in the back of the closet! He's about
45 and very haggard looking. He blinks at you with disbelieving eyes, then clutches your arm and
croaks: