Papa Paradox was sitting in his chair, feet pushing against the table tilting his chair, asleep. There was the sound of wood cracking, and the two leg's he had been resting on all night collapsed under him. He fell out of his chair and within seconds got up and uppercut the table in some sort of sleep induced defensive panic.
"Wha' the... flakin' Yeshans" He trailed off.
He stood up and was blinded by the sunlight that leaked into the room, he put on small black circular glasses, pulled out a cigar and lit it. He then proceeded to head to the bar table, hangover and raspy voice in full effect.
"Water, boyo..."