Pogo and Spooky 4
One bottle of corn oil and one can whipped cream. I stared at the open bag resting on the polished bar in front of me, reflecting that this did not likely bode particularly well. Howard was looking over at me with a raised eyebrow, while across the room, Ex was failing to contain a smirk. Monster was apparently ignoring the whole thing while sipping neat rum; I was sure he was tracking though. He doesn’t miss much. The can of whipped cream was still cold, gathering moisture from the air, and...