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[There's a dead man in the corridor.
He hasn't been dead long. He looks quite peaceful, lying there, arms folded across his chest. Peaceful, and solemn, and respectable, in a neat grey suit and black tie. He looks as though he might have been someone important.
He was.
And now he opens his eyes, and stares, and doubles over, gasping for breath.]
...holyshitthathurt...
Where am I? Watari? Ryuzaki? This isn't the studio... Hello, anybody?
...Did it work?
He hasn't been dead long. He looks quite peaceful, lying there, arms folded across his chest. Peaceful, and solemn, and respectable, in a neat grey suit and black tie. He looks as though he might have been someone important.
He was.
And now he opens his eyes, and stares, and doubles over, gasping for breath.]
...holyshitthathurt...
Where am I? Watari? Ryuzaki? This isn't the studio... Hello, anybody?
...Did it work?