The thunder's knocking on the roof. The rain's flooded the sun room and seeps through the tiles of the adjoining den to puddle around the bar. The power on the lower level of the house flickers out. The hounds freak - barking hysterically at something or someone outside the window. Welcome to the beginning of just about every horror movie I ever saw as a kid. Worse still, I'm almost out of cigarettes and it doesn't matter because I can't find my lighter in the dark. It is my firm belief that no man should ever be asked to deal with a sinking ship, a black out and a possible slasher attack without at least granting him the courtesy of indugling in a modicum of nicotine first.
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