I pass by several recognizable famous people on the way to my room. I am
quite certain that at least three of them are supposed to be dead.
I enter my room and stumble towards the bed, more tired then I thought.
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I sleep for several hours.
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Before I get to the bed, I recognize the knock-out gas affecting my system.
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Amanda emerges from the bathroom, dressed in something so skimpy I wonder if she's using spririt gum to keep it up.
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Amanda emerges from the bathroom, aiming an AK-47 at my crotch.
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Amanda emerges from the bathroom, says "I'm sorry." then falls over, stone dead.
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I fall into bed, then keep falling as the floor collapses, sending me into the room below.
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