Someone once said, "If it was raining brains, Roxy Robinson
wouldn't even get wet." Roxy had spent his whole life making
two and two into five, but he could smell trouble like other
people could smell gas. But believe you's me, he should've
never taken that blind alley by the side of Parido's Bakery.
Whatever game it was everybody was playing, sure as eggs
is eggs, Roxy the Weasel had been scrambled.