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What an eventful day! First me and Bruze went to stop at the confessorium. I clearly need to do some research, because instead of asking me for money they wanted flesh to get rid of my curse. Well, I guess having less blood is better than having it filled with a curse from the evil necromancer Rol Gan Mal. That confessorium really had a unique inner chamber; I can't remember the last time I went into a room that was bigger on the inside! Overall it wasn't a bad deal, but I still feel like I got swindled somehow. The confessor I spoke to was named "Adele Berito", and he was about 13 feet tall sitting down. Call me crazy, but I told him my real name. Call it womens intuition, but I didn't think it would be a good idea to lie to a giant inside of his shadowy extradimensional space. The flesh I cut out also came to life and flew away; I don't know how to explain Thornite religious rituals or what happened in the confessorium.
 
Anyways, Bruze took me back to the carnival to get patched up. From what I heard, Bugs spent his time with some kind of mining union which had some interesting items on display. I'll have to stop in and see if I can purchase anything from them with what we made from the evenings show. Speaking of which, I performed fabulously as always. I don't know if it was my best performance ever, but if it keeps going this well I'm going to need to do something special to raise the bar. I'm thinking maybe on a clear night I can convince Samuel to take the big top off, and I can perform with the sky as my roof. Hopefully the symbolism will be lost on people.
 
With a show that great, as a gang of five we decided to take a night on the town. Bruze loves moonlit hikes out here in the boonies; he's such a hopeless romantic! Of course, it is religiously significant for him. The gang was giving Bugs a bit of a hard time so I offered to take him to a second bar after the first one. Oh man, what a wild ride! We went to "shooters" and found out it was closed. Obviously Bugs found such an event unsatisfactory, so I went ahead and opened the bar back up. I poured us up two nice shots of rum (nothing too expensive). I offered a cheers to Bugs, and all the hard work he does in the band, then smashed my glass on the ground and said run.
 
As I came to find out, Bugs doesn't run. I don't think there's a physical impediment preventing his running (other than having short legs), he just "doesn't run". Well, the bartender ran. He caught up to Bugs, and beat him senseless with a club till Bugs looked like he took a nap under hammerheads treads. I briefly contemplated watching to see if the bartender would really kill him, since Bugs was out cold, but I figured it would be really bad PR if he died in the main street. I'm pretty sure he lost an eye. I would say he lost his dignity, but I don't know how much of that he usually has. I do think it's interesting that Bugs wouldn't give the bottle back even though it's well within what he can afford. He didn't have a great night out, but I think we got to know each other a lot better. I think as long as he thinks he's "won" the situation, he'll be satisfied. I'll look out for those outs in the future when his heels are dug in.