chapter 4 - in which we augment the ambiance

[toolshedarsenal]

[Mort appreciates the fact that the decorations have been stepped up a notch, but they're still lacking. so he's down in the lobby, tying cornstalks to the ends of the banisters and around the columns. some of them look a little bloody. and he's humming to himself, half-singing with the song in his head]

And you may ask yourself - am I right, or am I wrong...?

[steps back to survey his work and pops some caramel corn in his mouth. munches. ahem]

You know what this floor needs? Chalk outlines. [a bit of a wicked, mischievous smirk] Anyone feel like lying down on the floor for a second or two?