Lupin Ffolger was not supposed to be here. No, not at all. He ought to be at Sally doing nothing. Yes, boredness had gotten the best of him and he left in the middle of night to adventure like in the old days.
Yesterday, an advertisement about a drinking/eating contest flew straight into his face. Attracted by the words: eating, contest, and prize, Lupin came to this "Dug's Bar". As he arrived, he was astounded by the amount of contestants that were in the never-ending line. Creatures of all kinds came to this very tavern to win this contest. Awkwardly, he put on a cloak and got in line right behind a extremely large wolverine.
As the bartender waved the list around, he raised his paw silently and waited for Dug to hand him the charcoal.