A Random Garbage Container Somewhere Near The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

The large iron garbage bin had not been there twenty-four hours ago, but that wasn't really important. Nor were the flies that kept buzzing around above it to illustrate just exactly how full of waste it was. No, the important part was the part where the top swung open and Atton's head popped out from within.

His hair was long, black and shaggy. It was almost as impeccable as his leather jacket, barring only one or two artfully placed pieces of paper sticking out of it.

"Poop," he muttered.

He rolled out of the bin and onto the street and took a gasping breath of air.

He had been in that bin for fifty episodes now long enough. Danger had passed. Business awaited!

Smelly, smelly business. Atton's little medicine cabinet had a whiff of the decaying banana about it.

[[ ... i don't even know. ]]