03-06-2021, 04:12:15 AM
Outside the gang's hotel rooms, an all-black-clad bum with a typewriter is furiously hammering away at the last few pages of a manuscript he's been working at for quite some time. Something about "Slushee coins" "Manasses," "Totally Not a Deathrap Filled Amusement Park" "Death," "Turrron," boring things like that.
He didn't even bat an eye at the clerk's crow crackdown. He's too busy talking to a stray leech.
He didn't even bat an eye at the clerk's crow crackdown. He's too busy talking to a stray leech.