There was a man passed out in the parking lot of the motel where Giles and Ossie were staying. Some inspecting revealed he was snoring, not dead, but the bug-headed punk was very clearly not planning on getting up anytime soon. Snooooork.... snoooooooork.....
Giles was out for his regular morning walk when he nearly tripped over the man. With a frown he cleared his throat and leant down to gently nudge the man's shoulder
"Excuse me sir"















