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 Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 5:04 pm
God, there had to be some way out, there just HAD TO. She couldn't be trapped in here forever, and herreal son hadn't even come to save her, but, but, what if, what if this was really Morty?
What if he wasn't lieing? I mean, he didn't burn the wall, but, but, she was more flammable than that, she was HIGHLY flammable, just a spark would set her off, oh gods, was he sparking? Silver eyes scanned the room hurriedly, breathing although it was wholey unncessary very rapidly. One finger waved at him, jaws clicking together a bit in a very feral manner. "Wenn Sie sind, er, er, if you, if you are mein Sohn, then you will get me out, Ja?" Both hands raised up and her head shook rather violently, "Nein, Nein! Berühren Sie mich nicht, er, Nein touch, Nein touch me!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 8:18 pm
"Alright, alright, I won't touch you! Just calm down, you're freaking me out now." Mortimer grimaced, turning away from her and wondering where to start first. "I.. Okay. I think I saw this in a movie once. There was this guy, and he was trapped in a bathroom, and he had to solve a puzzle to get out... And then it turned out he was dead, but that's okay, we don't need to emulate this part--"
He was rambling again, wasn't he? Taking a deep breath, Morty tried to decide what the best, most logical thing to do was. Well, his guardian already broke open the toilet (at least the water flow had diminished somewhat, spurting somewhat weakly over the floor and the soaked rug) and shattered the stereo; the only thing still left untouched was the cabinet, so he checked there.
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