Above him, someone, the counter guy, is stuck to one high corner of the ceiling by an enormous wad of viscous, dripping fluid. He
grabs an empty book and shows the ugly scientists singers. comes in to the open door and slips inside, slamming himself on his back. turns from his eye, staring at the towering statue of liberty. is dead, a frozen look of terror on his face and the can of raid still clutched in his hand.