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A rockstar appears through where the door would be, falling backwards, covered in mud, a ball flying into the Inn after him. "I caught it, Cohen! You totally owe me.."
Through the door after him, comes Mark, also covered in mud, and facepalming. "Damnit, Roger, that was not supposed to happen."
Please bug. They probably need a towel.
Through the door after him, comes Mark, also covered in mud, and facepalming. "Damnit, Roger, that was not supposed to happen."
Please bug. They probably need a towel.