[ as soon as she's in, the heavy security door slams shut. Mike's leaning against the wall, clearly counting down the seconds on his Freddy Fazbear™ wristwatch. shame. five more seconds and he could've gotten out of all this. ]
You're really fucking stubborn, you know that?
[ the office is tacky, cluttered ... the fewer questions asked, the better. and there's always Helpy standing on the desk, waving excitedly at his new friend when she arrives. ]
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You're really fucking stubborn, you know that?
[ the office is tacky, cluttered ... the fewer questions asked, the better. and there's always Helpy standing on the desk, waving excitedly at his new friend when she arrives. ]