Well, when he came too, he was not surprised to find that his fat slug pet, Doncheadle, was licking his face. His favourite game was to knock Shendron unconcious. Everytime he tried to knock him out for longer periods of time. The good thing about it happening this time is that the glass jar on his hand had broken with the fall, and the swelling seemed to have moved from his hand the the baseball size bump on his head where Doncheadle had hit him. Ok, gotta get up now, and get to work. His mother and the three-eared freak he used to call his wife could be anywhere by now.