"Magic's for chumps," said Tab, pointing to the beast, which was coming down the street towards them.
  "That's Molly?"
  "Sure is perty. Though I remember her as taller," said Tab with his perpetual smirk, the monster raging as it padded on all fours.
  Barry panicked. With the help of this futuristic mixed drink, he ran Road-Runner-style into a mural of the American West on the bathroom door. He was too close to read the corporate poetry across it.
  The monster shrieked his name.