Gordon held his head and groaned as he stood in front of the door to the pinthouse. "Ow ow ow. Damn you sanity, why do you have to be such a bitch?" As he waited, in vain, for the headache to subside he noticed four things. First, he was still dressed in his anime convention costume, which looked like it had been repaired a few times. Second, he had a gun in his hand, a glock. Third, he had a sharp and bloody stick in his hands. And forth, there was a dead hotel staff which looked like he had been poked by said stick.
"Okey... What the hell have I been smoking?" He asked that to himself as he walked into the pinthouse, whiping the stick off on the corpse as he did. "You got anything for a headache caused by sanity returning?"