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The front door opens, and the twang of a guitar can be heard faintly in the room beyond.
A blond-haired man in a t-shirt and jeans walks in, a full mop bucket in his arms. He pauses as he walks in, looking over the bucket and then dropping it, spilling dirty water all over the floor.
"Oh dear god. I never expected to see this place again."
Milliways, please welcome back one Mark Cohen.
A blond-haired man in a t-shirt and jeans walks in, a full mop bucket in his arms. He pauses as he walks in, looking over the bucket and then dropping it, spilling dirty water all over the floor.
"Oh dear god. I never expected to see this place again."
Milliways, please welcome back one Mark Cohen.