Oh my aching head! How did I end up in this fountain, and where are my clothes? EEK! AND WHY IS MY SKIN GREEN? It must has been that bottle of absinthe I drank! Now if I can pull my feet out of this mud and grab some tufts of grass to cover my strategic bits, I may be able to make it back to my apartment without being arrested. If someone sees me, I'll just pretend to be a statue.
Uh-oh. Here comes a tour group, and they've got cameras! I hope I don't get a cramp before they leave.