Room 303: Saturday Evening
After a long afternoon at the picnic and freezing his #@$* ass off, Gunn was more than happy to put his shirt, hoodie and coat back on and head back to his room.
The vent to the HVAC vent popped open quietly and the gremlin with the mirrored sunglasses and fashionable beard stubble crept into the room.
It sneaked up on its prey, elated to have such fresh meat to send into delirium.
Fortunately for Gunn, life on the streets had prepared him for such predators.
"Oh hell no!" Gunn shouted and promptly stomped the gremlin dead without any incident.
Well... not quite.
While Gunn did not suffer any delirious effects, there was the issue of his boots being covered with Gremlin... stuff. Which was stuck in between various treads of said boot.
So anyone coming by Gunn's open door would no doubt find the former street gang member picking Gremlin goop off his boots while he muttered various choice phrases about a certain group of lawyers.
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The vent to the HVAC vent popped open quietly and the gremlin with the mirrored sunglasses and fashionable beard stubble crept into the room.
It sneaked up on its prey, elated to have such fresh meat to send into delirium.
Fortunately for Gunn, life on the streets had prepared him for such predators.
"Oh hell no!" Gunn shouted and promptly stomped the gremlin dead without any incident.
Well... not quite.
While Gunn did not suffer any delirious effects, there was the issue of his boots being covered with Gremlin... stuff. Which was stuck in between various treads of said boot.
So anyone coming by Gunn's open door would no doubt find the former street gang member picking Gremlin goop off his boots while he muttered various choice phrases about a certain group of lawyers.
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