Inco Erent surveyed the carnage after the FBI had left. Dishes strewn everywhere, furniture broken, pictures slightly asunder, fishbowls rippling a bit. It was utter devastation. He only had himself to blame, though. He had known that his next door neighbor Cheryl's Lawn Gnome was special, he just hadn't realized how very special it was! The past 48hours were a blur, but he distinctly remembered a pair of piercing eyes staring at him through a dark fog of grey smoke. That was all he could recall of the past two days, but he knew something important must have happened.
How could such an innocent prank have gone so horribly wrong?!? He had to find what out had happened to him. Being an unemployed "Waste Disposal Management Expert", he had plenty of time, so he called his pet squirrel, Noy, grabbed his only money, $5.62, hopped in his Chevy, and set off to the first place he could think of to start his search: Barry's Blastinatin Bar.
((Well, there's your first prompt. Plenty of places you can go with it, and I don't care what direction you take. Read the next entry in its long, blathering entirety for an explanation of the rules before posting a response. Just try to stay somewhat within the confines of the intro, but be creative and have fun!))
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