There's a king in my closet

So that King of Hamburg, yeah? The guy was hidin' out in my closet. I was just sittin and writin, and then suddenly this guy was in my closet, offerin me a hamburger. The thing was great, but did the guy really hafta try to give me a heart attack?

Then the guy just went back into the closet and then disappeared. That was really weird, yeah.

Now that I'm finally outta that tin can, I can go about normally. Maybe get some sweets when the weather lets up. 'til then, I'm hopin' maybe to find something out about this TV. It's been sittin' broken in the front room for weeks. Anyone know how to fix this thing?

Cards (side story)

( A simple game of cards )