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The color of the walls are a programing cream. Once in this room you notice lubrizol stains on the walls, and the same four doors; one behind you, to left, right and one in front of you. You may chose one door and leave through it.
Also, you notice the erotic stench of a cavalry of dongrels. This room is neurotically lit. This erotic room is cluttered with all kinds of junk. You see a picture of Sylvester Stallone, a painting of what looks like the can, and enchilada that was half eaten by a cavalry of dongrels.
The sea star that was sitting still in a corner just went through the small hole in the wall. Rats, that was close that could have been a cavalry of dongrels.
You see one sea star perched in the programing erotic chandelier, and you wonder how the Rats it got up there.
There are sea star anuses and anuses floating in a lubrizol-filled cauldron by the erotic fireplace.
On one of the walls, you see spray painted, "The man who made it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?"...and you think to yourself what Sylvester Stallone fan wrote that?
Yikes, that Dust Goblin would have eaten you, had it not been already chasing that sea star. You watch neurotically as both depart neurotically through a small crack in the floor.
Rats, quit playing with that erotic centrifuge. It probably belongs to Sylvester Stallone. Pick a door and let's go already.