The punch to the solar plexus was too much for the small scientist, and he fell to the ground, gasping for air. 

"Well, do you 'forgive me' now?" asked Mrs. Pickles.

"Nuhh... guhh... Huhh..." replied Gumbo. Mrs. Pickles smirked and kicked the man once more for good measure. 

Mrs. Pickles returned to the tattered remains of his house 

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Exhausted, Clarence rummaged through his partially unpacked suitcase. "Well, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v46plhmxXU4]looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking,[/url]" he muttered as he produced a bottle of whiskey out from under some of his folded up clothes. Fifteen minutes later, Mrs. Pickles was as drunk as a skunk and sprawled out on the sofa. 

Suddenly, the door opened. Clarence tensed, expecting to see the mad scientist. What he saw was worse. His landlord.

"Clarence! What- Wha- How?"

"Um... there was a big thing. With wings..."

"I know. I saw it, and some scientist outside. Says you slunk into his lab, made some crazy monster and let it loose. You even assaulted the poor bastard."

"No, I-"

Suddenly, a few police officers walked into the remains of the home. "No, no, this is all one big misunderstanding!" exclaimed Clarence as he struggled to get to his feet. He tripped over the coffee table and right into the arms of the police. "Hey, can't we talk about this?" asked Clarence as he was promptly handcuffed and put into the back of a squad car. "You can't do this! I'm a he-"

Mrs. Pickles was cut off as the door slammed in his face and he was driven to prison.