[ Great. Scott's luck has apparently finally run out, and he's found himself checked into an actual Hotel California. At this point, he's actually hoping this turns out to be some kind of government experiment because the alternative is something he doesn't even know how to begin to deal with. ]
There's no... staff or people in charge? I mean, who runs this place?
[ He really wants answers, and if she could see him now, she'd see the most profoundly constipated express on his face.
But she can't. Because of his mattress, which he's crushing her with.
While interrogating her. ]
Oh, crap. Sorry. I'm still pinning you. Hold on—
[ And thus he starts wiggling, trying to pull the air mattress back and let her free. ]
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There's no... staff or people in charge? I mean, who runs this place?
[ He really wants answers, and if she could see him now, she'd see the most profoundly constipated express on his face.
But she can't. Because of his mattress, which he's crushing her with.
While interrogating her. ]
Oh, crap. Sorry. I'm still pinning you. Hold on—
[ And thus he starts wiggling, trying to pull the air mattress back and let her free. ]