In a quiet corner of the world of the unknown, Big Foot, Nessie and Mothman are meeting in a pub with another regular; Jack the Ripper.
"Jack old boy! You look terrible! Come on in and have a pint! offers Nessie.
As Jack is being seated, Mothman chimes in, "I hear you were just identified and then immediately denied. What's with that?"
"Yeah, it was a close call but thankfully, there are just too many people making too much money to ever see me being ID'd." Ripper says with a slurp of ale.
I mean, they had me pegged but turned away so... what the hell."
The table lets out chuckle.
Big Foot turns up his mug, wipes his mouth and asks, "Did you really ejaculate on your victim's cloak?"
Jack's eyes slowly reduce to a squint, "We had... well, call it a business transaction just before it got a wee bit more personal."
After a brief pause, he adds, "I guess she didn't like the flavor."
The table erupts as Nessie calls out, "Another round, barkeep! It's going to be a long night!"
In a whisper, Mothman adds, "Being a forever mystery is a good thing, no?"