Frying pan, splintered wood, flower, door. Scourge left his room with a resigned sigh, having a sinking feeling that this night was going to go about as well as the last two. He made sure to walk quickly this time to avoid any possibility of getting there last and being again for holding them up.

It had been Lugnut's fault for taking so long interrogating him that they never had a chance to get to the upstairs area at all, but the higher ups never took the blame for anything.

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