You kneel down and offer your HAND as a PLATFORM for the SMALL MOUSE. The MOUSE, sensing your Generally Good alignment, does not fear you, accepting your offer and climbing onto your HAND. (Your alignment isn't entirely favorable, but compared to most of the CANDAEMONS that the MOUSE generally sees around here, you're a SAINT.) You begin conversing in hushed tones.
JILL: Hello, there.
MOUSE: "Squeek!"
JILL: Oh, you're just a normal mouse.
MOUSE: "Squeek!"
JILL: Huh. Well, how about this: one squeek for yes and two for no. OK?"
MOUSE: "Squeek!"
JILL: Good! Just a quick question, I guess. Are there any HEADCRABS down here?
MOUSE: "Squeek!"
JILL: Oh--- oh, my. Are you sure???
JILL: Oh--- oh, my. Are you sure???
MOUSE: "Squeek!"
JILL: Just one or--- There are a lot of them, aren't there?
MOUSE: "Squeek!"
JILL: Oh my! Well, have you seen a CROWBAR around? Say, behind the SPINNING FAN? Maybe a RED ONE? Like the one most famously wielded by the famed HEADCRAB-GENOCIDIST, the fictional DOCTOR GORDON FREEMAN?
MOUSE: "Squeek!"
JILL: Thank you, my small friend.
6 comments:
>Place MOUSE (carefully) in pocket.
>Venture WEST.
THROW mouse into spinning fan blades. VENTURE west.
Joel is a monster!
use 1/3 full jar of emotions as a light. also bottle chronic FEAR of head crabs in jar.
I thought about putting the mouse to the fan as well...
GO WEST
(MOUSE has died of DYSENTERY)
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