Game 2 | Game 2 Outline |
Ten minutes pass, and you open the door, slowly. The plate of creamed chipped beef is empty, evidently licked clean. The bellboy remains seated, playing absent-mindedly with the thick hair on one of his forearms. "I thought you'd never come out," he yips. "Got anything else special in that attaché case?"
Written by Joey Liverwurst
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