[ It's not really so much of a matter as to how he got here, but just what exactly the hell is he wearing? His face scrunches in disapprovement, pulling at his shirt ensemble and tugging at his pants. He aimlessly wanders about inside the haunted house, ducking under the fake-looking ghosts and mummy sheets hanging about.
Oh well. Can't beat 'em? Join 'em.
He'll take his stance just before the last door out, crouching behind a desk or two. Making your way to the exit? Well, let's just see if you can get past some kid with a douche-y pair of shades jumping out at you in a totally lazy attempt at being scary. ]
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Oh well. Can't beat 'em? Join 'em.
He'll take his stance just before the last door out, crouching behind a desk or two. Making your way to the exit? Well, let's just see if you can get past some kid with a douche-y pair of shades jumping out at you in a totally lazy attempt at being scary. ]