"Here you go kid," McHiggins says as he gives you the sucker. "Thank you sir," you reply kindly back. McHiggins just nods and smiles back to you as he heads into the living room. You follow him in, and sit on his extremely uncomfortable pea-green couch. "Now when I was a boy, we used to treat our elders much differently then you kids treat us nowadays, yes indeed," McHiggins starts. "I remember the day my father came back from the great war. Those were the days. I was but a boy then. Maybe five or six. But I remember that day like it was yesterday. I woke up in my bed (which had mysteriously become a tent during the night) around 7 or so. It was a weekend, so I was able to sleep late. I took the sheets off....."