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> Ask noob about cheat
You ask the noob about the cheat.
The noob says, "OMGWTFBBQ im not telln u!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111\H\H\H\H\H\H\H"
The noob promptly skees from thas locatory.
You see a sign behind where the noob was standing, at the check-out desk, where the waitress seems to be absent.
> Examine sign
The sign reads:
"ACHTUNG!
ALLES TURISTEN UND NONTEKNISCHEN LOOKENPEEPERS!
DAS KOMPUTERMASCHINE IST NICHT FÜR DER GEFINGERPOKEN UND MITTENGRABEN! ODERWISE IST EASY TO SCHNAPPEN DER SPRINGENWERK, BLOWENFUSEN UND POPPENCORKEN MIT SPITZENSPARKSEN.
IST NICHT FÜR GEWERKEN BEI DUMMKOPFEN. DER RUBBERNECKEN SIGHTSEEREN KEEPEN DAS COTTONPICKEN HÄNDER IN DAS POCKETS MUSS.
ZO RELAXEN UND WATSCHEN DER BLINKENLICHTEN."
> Komputermaschine gefingerpoken
The librarian sees you violating official Grueland Public Eastwoodsian Northhampshire Library Code a299.88b----299.92a law and promptly throws you into the custodial closet.
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> ...ouch... my head.
You awake from the slumber that you spasmodically fall into whenever surprisedly and suddenly exposed to darkness.
It is pitch black.
You are likely to be eaten by a janitor grue if you do not find the light switch.
> Flip light switch
You hear an old-man-scream and a splash, just as you attempt to flip the lights on,
and the room is suddenly orange-sherbet lit.
> Look
You are in the Grueland Public Eastwoodsian Northhanmpshire Library's custodial closet.
There is a green ooze that runs down the walls like a blood's blood and the stench of a thousand years chronic exposure to Brazilian prostitutes.
There is a mop lain next to a gasoline container and a dead gruiform skeleton in janitor uniform holding in its watch-that-says-"18:23"-hand, a seemingly newly lit Self-Lighting Torch.
You think to yourself, "The irony!"
> Get torch
A torch is now in your possession.
> Get mop
You are able to hoist the mop, but are also holding a torch and fumble as it flips the gasoline container, which wets the mop, which you are able to pick up just before it is alit.
The gasoline-soaked mop is now in your possession.
You realize this janitor closet is frickin' huge.
You walk onwards.
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