Todrick the Fun Monk looks less than impressed. The night shifts are long, boring and largely uneventful. Everyone is pretty much completely fucked up by the Funworm and their own indulgence. He’s not really worried about fending off a bunch of drunkards, so don’t be too surprised when he folds his arms over his chest and raises a brow upon approach.

“Yeah, look. This is Monk property. We’re kind of particular about who treads on holy ground here, so feel free to fuck off.”

He shrugs, staring down the two contenders in front of him. They might look menacing, he’s not really concerned.

“Plus, we have a password.”