Stuart Knox was starving. Plain, straight-up starving.
Staggering into the beergarden in clothes smelling of a rather common aroma in these parts, he looks around with ludicrously red eyes to see if he recognizes anyone today. Often times in the past he had wandered into the Hell, only to find complete strangers, a thought which disturbed him greatly. Ever since, he has been terrified of going to pubs and not recognizing anyone.
Looking up at the bar, he sees some familiar faces. He begins to walk towards the faces (which are familiar) and bumps into a table. Looking down at the table, he exclaims "Get out of my way, your worthless pile of junk." After this slightly serious proclamation, he looks back up and continues walking.
However, the table is still in his way, and being bolted to the floor, doesn't move.
Stuart's confusion over why the familiar faces were not getting bigger is gone when someone bumps into him as they pass by.
"Whooooaaaaaaaa" he lets out.
After regaining his balance, which involved substantial use of a chair, he resumes his quest to meet the familiar faces. This time, as he is unhindered by a table, the familiar faces start to get bigger as he approaches.
