User:Trar/Game:Grueslayer/ch2/BENSONbathroom1

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 BENSON's Bathroom Score: 32 Moves: 46


> Use toilet


The toilet beeps and and enormous water jet comes out of it, bashing you through the door, right into BENSON, killing him instantly with your awesome Zindane-level head power.

You brush yourself off, and find yourself confronted by BENSON's head pancake chef, Jacques de la Fromage-Frais Maligne Bobo.

"Ah! Nut zo fast", he says, in a ridiculously bad French accent. "You may have defeated zee Benson, bert you shall have to get through me!"

He taps in a code on a device on a nearby wall that slides up a hidden sliding panel that in turn displays another device that he taps a code into, and the bathroom door immediately locks, double-locks, triple-locks, a metal door slides down in front of it, which in turn is covered by a explosion-resistant safe door that miraculously swings out of the wall, which is then hermetically sealed by thousands of layers of wax paper that slide from beneath the door, which is instantly blocked by a giant metal bar that appears from nowhere, while the wax paper is covered in crazy glue before thousands of stop sign heads are stuck all over the waxy surface, that in turn is chained-up, bricked-up, plastered over, wallpapered over, cemented shut, fireproofed, plastic wrapped, electricly charged, nailed shut, boarded up, concealed by active camo, scotch taped, and panelled halfway up by a robotic arm that, all in all, does a very good job of it. However, you are never going to get back in there again.

"Hahaha! Now you have nowhere to hide! You are doomed, Grueslayer!"

He throws a pancake fork at you. It misses you by about a millimetre.

"Zut!", he shouts.

It looks like it's your move.


> Inventory


You have Ronalds's letter, a scalpel, a pistol (empty), a steak, an anti-flame sword, a flame shield, two earplugs, a pin light, Ronalds's sword, a flame-demon ring, a flame protection suit and a flamethrower.

It seems that in your hurry you forgot you were armed to the teeth.