I got home, and the HALL smelled like gas. Last night, the oven wouldn't light, but nothing like this. So, I called the Willowtree office, knowing it was closed but figuring they'd have the number for emergency maintenance on the answering service. Someone answered, throwing me quite off. But she sent out a call, and the guy came in like, ten minutes. Turns out it was just the pilot light gone out (I knew THAT had happened, but I didn't expect the leaking gas).
Tara tried to whore herself at him; he petted her once, and she commenced the purring and tried to stick her head in the oven. Azzy stared at his ass, while Becker tried to convince the guy to feed him. Poor maintenance man.