After the first hour or so, I figured I had enough info for Lana so I put away the recorder and eyeballed the door for a while. Then -
Holy crap! My head is still spinning. Oh, wipe your chin, Chen.
That was fantastic! I'm not gonna feel a fart for DAYS!
I ran toward the exit as quietly as I could. Just when I thought I was home free...
ROAST! What the HELL are you doing, you bastard? AH-AHHH-AH-CHOO!
See, everyone was afraid of Chen, he had a rep as a total, death-eating badass. I knew something that almost no one else knew, though. And I had a plan.
I know, my allergies are acting up, too. Here, have a handkerchief.
Don't mind if I do. Before I turn you into so much hamburger.
