Meat held a cup of coffee in his shaking hand as he eyed the invoice he had gotten just minutes earlier. It was the next morning, and everyone was getting ready to leave.
“What’s it for, anyway?” I asked meekly.
“I’m getting sued!” Meat spat bitterly, “Apparently Muse did the exact same performance back in October!”
“What?” I gasped, “So you’re telling me they got attacked by a Whismur while a naked illusion of Elton John span on the ceiling?”
“Well, not exactly.” Meat replied, shaking his head, “It was actually a Clefable at their concert, and they had the real Elton John spinning naked on the ceiling.”
“Damnation!” I snapped, “Their innovation never ceases to amaze me…”