CLiB woke up with a buzzing in his head. There's a constant throb, very much like a woodpecker nailing his beak onto a mahogany wood. Peck, peck, peck. He walked over to the bathroom and looked at himself. He looked bad.. what did he drink yesterday? There's also a nagging feeling of water sloshing around, a kind you hear in a beach. Did his "friend" spike his drink yesterday? Peck, peck, peck... man, his head hurt so bad, slosh, slosh, slows. He drowned a pill and closed his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes burst opened! He rushed to his wallet and look at the cash! Those pecking and sloshing come together and to his horror, they formed, not the sound of pecking and sloshing but the word - pe-sos! PESOS! In his wallet are a bunch of useless Mexican pesos.... He rushed to his bedside cabinet and draw out his .38. Somebody's gonna pay for this.