Finknottle's Assistant is still doing Finknottle's work...

Perhaps we will just start writing out the paycheck directly to that hapless bamboozled little squirt. Of course, Liverputty never intended to hire fiction writers, but I suppose it's better than an advice columnist with severe mental issues who doesn't show up from work. As far as the real story goes, who knows where in the heck Finkfizzle is. His landlady claims that he hasn't been around there in weeks and the disappearance of the foul odor that once permeated every story of that building seems to back up her claims. Incidentally, if you happen to meet Funkwizzle and shake his hand and two days later wonder how you can get rid of the smell, much of our staff has had good luck with tomato juice. Or I should say, spread the tomato juice on the areas of contact, let set for 5 to 10 minutes; shower; then shower with clorox and shower again. You'll still notice a slight smell, but at least it will be bearable.