"Alesander."
He tried his best to ignore the voice, but it was insistent; unending.
"Alesander, answer me. Please." A pause. "Or at least give me a sign that you're alive." Another pause. "Well, I know you're alive; I can hear your heart beating, but another sign would be helpful."
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There are untold horrors within...
When we first went in, we were greeted by Drunk Monkey, who had mistaken Santa's sleigh for a porta-potty, and passed out there...
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Don't say I didn't warn you.
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