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His clunky boots are what brought him into the hotel. Mindlessly wondering around for the group of friends that called themselves the Mystery Men. He was part of the group but, for some reason, they always kept ditching him and leaving him behind. He was sure they liked him but perhaps he had not proven himself to them yet.
He looked around as he got near the center of the lobby of the hotel for where they could of ran off to. He would of sworn that the group came this way, but then again the friends had a good way of tricking him. He stood, a bit confused and as secretly as he could picked at a pimple on his cheek.
[The Spleen from the movie Mystery Men]
He looked around as he got near the center of the lobby of the hotel for where they could of ran off to. He would of sworn that the group came this way, but then again the friends had a good way of tricking him. He stood, a bit confused and as secretly as he could picked at a pimple on his cheek.
[The Spleen from the movie Mystery Men]