One of the few photos recovered from the 2nd dark Tuesday. You can see the remains of another Utopian dream reduced to a pile of rubble. But wait, there's something in the bottom left hand corner!
It seems to be some angry Flushtopian! The bartender of Sleezer's, now out of work, with no place to go, left to wandering the musty halls of a forgotten ice skating rink, along with the engineers who make sure the boiler doesn't explode, and the trapped pigeons who just can't find the hole they originally squeezed through in search of a better place...
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