Rich Knepper, I, and two flappers were driving to Lewistown. As we pulled into 
Lewistown, huge WPA-constructed edifices appeared on the left. They were 
empty, but had a very familiar feel to them, like old well-worn schools. We 
drove past slowly, and a vast black lake appeared. On its edge was a large
peninsular parking lot, with a mess of high school kids on it. We parked, and
everyone had to go to the bathroom. The odd thing was that the line for girls
was 3 people long, and the line for the guys was 50 long. Rich got into the 
girls line with the flappers, and I decided I didn't have to go that badly.

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Rich emerges from the bathroom, locks the door from the inside and closes it
before the blonde flapper can react. She asks him why he did that, and he
says "Watch the magic begin." and disappears. The bathroom door then slowly 
opens, and we spy Rich's hand snaking back into the toilet (it was a portalet,
with service access from beneath). 

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The blonde flapper and I wandered over to the edge of the beautiful black
water, and watched the wind ripple oddly. There was an unmarked door that 
looked like it belonged to a restaurant. Entering, we were greeted with a
lush dark green velvet interior that had two contrasts, the chairs and tables
had exposed light stained wood, and there were large picture windows facing
the lake. I sat down, it was so striking. The flapper appeared and said that
the waiter she found could speak German, he nodded his head, and I said, 
"Wirklich, Sie können Deutsch?" He just stared blankly. I stared back until
he left. She joined me and we sat watching the lake. 

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