| You look around the dark room and are shocked to see there are other people in the room. "Who are you?" you ask, a little frightened that it is some vicious killer that TARK and Woody have hired to kill you. "Who're YOU?" the person asked. "I asked you first!!!" "Well, this is MY closet!" "Oh my gawd! Quippy is that you?" "How'd you know that?" she asks suspiciously. "TARK Control!! How'd dey get you, too?" "They took over my room...never saw it comin'...Itey and Davie are over there sleeping...Kicked them out too." "We gotta do somethin'!! Escape!" "Psh, don't boter. There's nothing we can do. Itey and I made this place impossible to break into or out of one time when he was having nightmares about people stealing his pant collection." "Well, what're we goin' to do?" "Sit...wait...It isn't so bad...you get used to the dark after awhile. I'm sure the people at TARK Control will figure out something soon..." You sit down, hoping she is right and hoping someone comes soon. |