04-25-2018, 05:22 PM
The shadowed figure at the far end of the hall stood up abruptly. What Drake initially had thought was sword turned out to be a Swiffer® WetJet, and the person was actually some rando who was just cleaning the marble floors.
"What? Ma name's Pete." the dude asked, wiping a small rag over his face.
Drake stared at the man for a moment.
"Nevermin, I'm just trippin'." he murmured, before standing up from his seat. He went over to the main doorway of the throne room, and stood in front of its mahogany and gold glory. He could feel the eyes the eyes of Pete the Janitor burning into his back. Drake pulled at the door. It didn't budge. He pulled harder, and it jostled within its frame.
...
Drake pushed, and the door swung open with an extremely loud groaning sound. The smuggler swiftly exited the throne room. That wasn't awkward. What's awkward? You're awkward, that's what. Fuck off.
"What? Ma name's Pete." the dude asked, wiping a small rag over his face.
Drake stared at the man for a moment.
"Nevermin, I'm just trippin'." he murmured, before standing up from his seat. He went over to the main doorway of the throne room, and stood in front of its mahogany and gold glory. He could feel the eyes the eyes of Pete the Janitor burning into his back. Drake pulled at the door. It didn't budge. He pulled harder, and it jostled within its frame.
...
Drake pushed, and the door swung open with an extremely loud groaning sound. The smuggler swiftly exited the throne room. That wasn't awkward. What's awkward? You're awkward, that's what. Fuck off.
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