Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday
"Stop asking me!"
"She's a cat. She needs milk!"
"Milk isn't--"
"And that's final!"
Gunther didn't look like he agreed with that at all, but he couldn't get another word in as Jeff stomped towards the front desk and threw up the specials board.
Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Milkshakes!
Ask Gunther all about it
(sometimes he lies)
He crashed down behind the desk and folded over, completely ignoring Mary the Cat as Nana chased her through the lobby with gusto, knocking over various pieces of furniture, plants, and hotel staff on her way. She loved cats. She loved cats almost as much as she loved people. She just had to show them.
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"She's a cat. She needs milk!"
"Milk isn't--"
"And that's final!"
Gunther didn't look like he agreed with that at all, but he couldn't get another word in as Jeff stomped towards the front desk and threw up the specials board.
Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Milkshakes!
Ask Gunther all about it
(sometimes he lies)
He crashed down behind the desk and folded over, completely ignoring Mary the Cat as Nana chased her through the lobby with gusto, knocking over various pieces of furniture, plants, and hotel staff on her way. She loved cats. She loved cats almost as much as she loved people. She just had to show them.
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