[4/12/2001 11:14:17 PM | stAllio! nGsta]
chet had been given strict instructions to watch out in case stAllio!'s condition worsened, specifically being asked not to fall asleep. so when he heard the knock on the door, he quickly fell out of bed & tried to fix his hair & clothes on his way to answer it. when he did, he found a small blue man & 3 other small men floating in the air in front of him. 
"i am hojo, remote guard of the seelie court. where is stAllio!?" 
"uh... he's asleep." 
"where? we must see him." 
"he's in the back," chet said as the seelie agents floated past him. "he can't really talk right now. he's pretty hung over." 
"something is wrong. he is not hung over." 
"no, he drank more than i've ever seen a human drink. it's been a day & a half but he's still hung over." 
"you do not understand. stAllio! is half-leprechaun. now that he's matured, it's impossible for him to have a hangover from alcohol." 
"oh... uh-oh..." 
"'did you drink the same beverages he did that night?" 
"well he drank so much... i don't know..." 
by this time they had reached the bunk where stAllio! was laying dormant. the other 3 agents, who looked to chet like some kind of magical fairy military medical team, had begun to swarm around the patient, trying to get his attention & waving various sticks & knick-knacks over him. "stAllio!... wake up, lord stAllio!" one of them was saying, & it looked like they'd roused him... stAl!y began to roll over, & rolled right off the side of the bed & smack onto the floor several feet below. he did not get up, nor make a sound other than the sound of his body thumping onto the floor. 
hojo pulled a leaf seemingly out of nowhere. "general o'heineken? we're here. it doesn't look good. he's got a bad reaction to something. it doesn't look like a direct hex, but it could be some kind of potion or poison." 
a voice came from the leaf: "how much more can you find out there?" 
"we can run a few more tests here, but we might have to bring him back, possibly both him & the witness here." 
"you've got one hourglass. if you dinna ken, i mean if you don't know what's wrong by then, bring them both back."

[4/16/2001 11:13:27 AM | stAllio! nGsta]
later that evening, vacuumboy returned to headquarters, alone. it had been another highly uneventful day, & after finishing various superhero errands & making more boring rounds, the group had decided to once again end the night at garfield's. 
"i really don't get what it is you guys love about that place all of the sudden," vb had said when they'd mentioned the idea. 
"what do you know? ghosts can't get drunk," murray had responded. 
"yeah. we're all back together again, nothing bad is going on in the city, no supervillains anywhere. so let's just relax & enjoy it while we can," hunter had said. 
"well okay," the clearly confused vacuumboy had told them. "you guys go ahead. i think i'm going back to hq, just in case. there should probably be at least one of us on the lookout, just in case." 
the place was empty. no sign of stAllio! or recklessboy that he could see. but there were no signs of a break-in or a struggle either. everything seemed normal. "oh well. i bet stAllio! was finally feeling better. they probably went to taco bell or something. i bet he's hungry after sleeping for two days." 
as vacuumboy walked around, he failed to notice as he stepped on a short note, badly scrawled in chet's handwriting: "stAl!y very sick. not from alcohol. gone to faerie for medical attention."

[4/18/2001 10:05:39 AM | Jared Edwards]
The next morning found a very ill Hunter loudly cursing the evils of alcohol. 
"I'm gonna die, when I'm gone sell my humvee, sell my stereo, sell my body for food," moaned the Hunter in an homage no one is likely to get. 
"How much did he have?" asked Vacuumboy. 
"He had one Long Island Iced Tea. He was the designated driver. He seemed fine when we got back," replied Murray, who was sipping away a mild headache with a mix of Rock-a-Dile Red and classic grape. 
"That's really weird...Stallio doesn't usually get hung-over, and the Hunter is sick from one Long Island Iced Tea. Where are Chet and Stallio?" read the note Quiet Girl handed to Vacuumboy. 
At that moment, the moaning started from the Progger's lab...