Hey, was that PUDDLE there before? You head over, standing directly next to it and looking down, otherwise oblivious to your ENVIRONMENT.
It's some sort of... dark LIQUID. Looks familiar, but you don't really want to put a finger on it. Could it be bl----meh, probably not. Where did it come from? Hmm. Maybe it has something
to do...
with those...
dripping...
noises...
You look UP!
NOOOOOOOOO!
UGLY RECESSED LIGHTING!
That is the ugliest RECESSED LIGHTING arrangement that you have ever seen. It... it's just terrible. It doesn't match anything else in the room, it's too obtrusive, and it goes against everything that the CROWN MOLDING was working to build. Gah. Ugly.
Anyway, nothing else of interest up there.
Things here seem done so it's time to throw caution to the wind and go EAST. Better bring the HAND TRUCK for.... defensive purposes. Hopefully you have some HAND TRUCK COMBAT SKILLZ. However, that is doubtful.
The HAUNTED HOUSE CONFEDERBOT pipes up as you pass.
CBOT: T-t-t-t-ticket?
RHYS: Tickets? I don't need no tickets! I don't have to show you any stinkin' tickets!
And you book it EAST before the HAUNTED HOUSE CONFEDERBOT can object further. This is obviously the most sensible course of action.
