Yet another generic rip-off, and hopefully the last.

You awaken, and quickly search your pockets, to find your spinning top there. You whip it out, and forcibly spin it the nearest flat surface. This happens to be your sleeping friends straight back. Regardlessly, it spins well, and eventually comes to an end. You sigh, relieved to find you are, in fact, in the real world. You pick yourself up, order room service, (being in an apartment) and quietly nibble on your chicken wing. You are content.

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