Later in the day, there was more banging on the door.
"Wahhhht?? Doncha know I'm tryin' to nap?"
The banging continued, more vehement.
"Go away, I gave at the office. No solicitors. We paid our bills!"
The banging stopped, only to be replaced by the sounds of cylinders spinning as though checking for high primers.
The door to the peep hole flies open.
"Oh!! Why didn't you say so?" The beady eyes took in the new pards, the fingers tapped quickly to add to the list and the door swings open.
"Well hey and howdy Parson Oneless, you have number 187! And JD Trampas, look at you with number 188!! Welcome to the RATS Hole!"
AnnieLee