Sleeping Drunks

I’m not sure if this is fair play, really, but this post began as a comment I was leaving in response to Gentleman Savant’s Thursday Writing Post. Is that fair? To recycle a comment into an autonomous post?
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I once came home to find a guy sleeping in a very straight line below a pillar in [...]

Thursday Prompt: Downtown Secret Agents?

Passing the man with the bike, he asked “They’ve been asking about you; where’ve you been?”

The man with the bike called back as Harvard continued rushing by, “I was poisoned!”