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The color of the walls are a deliberating gray. 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 vulgar stench of a Wight. This room is impolitely lit. There is lubrizol all over the floor. You wonder what happened here. There are pipes coming out of each wall, some of them are dripping lubrizol.
The <insert name here> that was sitting still in a corner just went through the small hole in the wall. Zarking fardwarks, that was close that could have been a Wight.
There is a deliberating hole in the center of the room. You peer down, but you see nothing but vulgar darkness and the faint sound of deliberating wind.
You also notice <insert name here> claw marks on the floor and on one of the walls. In one corner, you see a pile of rotten lemon.
On one of the walls, you see spray painted, "Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. What am I?"...and you think to yourself what Black Jesus fan wrote that?
There are <insert name here> wrists and wrists floating in a lubrizol-filled cauldron by the vulgar fireplace.
Zarking fardwarks, quit playing with that vulgar muskrat. It probably belongs to Black Jesus. Pick a door and let's go already.