Recent victims of the jockstrap thief who's been menacing Loveless Motel meet together at "Juices," the health nut juice bar at The Tubs in the basement of the Bunkhouse.  Gabby B. Lyon, the juice jerk there gets their attention as he tells them about the fragment of a mumbled conversation he overheard between a couple of men the other night. Just out of sight, he couldn't tell who they were, but clearly heard "It's YOU!"  "Ordinarily I hear nothing but it was such a quiet night and very few guys.  I know that new hotel dick was here because he sat here and had a carrot juice and said he wanted to pump me for some information.  I told him I couldn't imagine what information he thought might be worth pumping me for, but that my shift ends at 6AM.  He told me he'd be gone by then but would pin me down another time, finished his juice and headed for the showers.  I'm pretty sure it was his voice.  About half an hour after that, another guy came in,  sat on the same stool - I recognized him as the Doc, wearing a jockstrap that was a little too big on him - go figure!  He gave a lecture last year in the Grab Basket Conference Room - something like "You and your Dick".  It was pretty thorough...he demonstrated and asked us all to  join in.  While he was drinking his carrot juice I reminded him about that lecture.  He gave me a nice tip, right in this jar here that says "TIPS" " Gabby then makes a grand gesture, lifting the jar in front of his customers, his head cocked and eyebrows raised, saying but not saying "Fill 'er up, motherfuckers". One of the smart-aleck gobblers says "I forgot my wallet" and they all wander off tittering "Oh, Mary" this and "Oh, Mary" that...  "You can't get a word in edgewise with that little queen. I don't think he took a fucking breath the whole fucking time! Next time, I swear I'm gonna pull a quarter outta my ass for that jar"