Room 220

Marty knocks gently on door, sunglasses donned to hide shiner he got from fighting with a tree.

"I couldn't find any croquet mallets."

Hands [livejournal.com profile] swerval_zero a neon colored sledgehammer.

"I think you'll do more damage with this anyway. Oh. And this is always good in a pinch."

Hands her a ballpoint pen from some kind of insurance company.

"Sorry, for the racket."

Marty slumps off into room 212 and barricades the door.

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