Suddenly there was a tap on the door. It dispensed orange juice. That floored them.

By the time they'd picked themselves up Devan had gone off to ransack Philadelphia. Sadly, he was no good at running so he only got three bags full.

Meanwhile Spaz had new socks. Jazz was green with envy, red with rage and yellow with Lori. To temper this he took something for it. It was fifty bucks from the till and he wasn't allowed in the War Tavern anymore.