On the final day that came before this one, a young man wearing a suit made of bone walked into town. The traffic signals went haywire, five cars accidentally braked on top of each other, and the mayor coughed up a hairball and fainted.
Wherever the young man wearing a suit made of bone passed, there was bad luck for all. The old man in 4B sprouted wings and crashed into his ceiling fan. The woman who owned the florist’s found that all her geraniums had turned cannibal and had eaten all the other plants. And the mayor found that he could no longer speak.
After a tour of the high street, the young man wearing a suit made of bone came back down to town hall. The building turned into a castle with turrets, and the mayor’s office was moved down into the dungeons.
There, the young man wearing a suit made of bone tied the mayor to the rack, and, using the official broadcast, announced to the town that it had a new owner, who was planning on closing things up.