Tales from the Grid — Vol. 1.3

In C-Town’s squalid eastside, the ’Nuts huddled under a stone archway in the dingy recesses of The Euc. A twerpy fellow with arm in a cast approached fervently.
  “You guys did it! You stole my coat,” the guy pointed. The group accused sat bemused and wondered what this runt was on about.
  “You see, you guys are from the South and aren’t used to our harsh winters here. Therefore, one of you stole my blue coat!”
  Provincial logic at its best.
  The ’Nuts looked at each other, imagining retorts offering to break his other arm as well as generalised ridicule, but simply sat staring at the raving man-boy.
  One of the group piped up: “I hope you at least paid cover to get in here — that way at least someone’s benefiting besides us watching your spastic and spurious strictures.”
  The twerp fumed silently before storming away.
  “Must’ve seen Light of Day a few too many times.”