You hear loud footsteps from the outside, walking toward the back of the room. You hear the pop of a trunk lid, and shield your eyes incandescent light floods the room.
"I thought I heard voices in here- Holy shit! How'd you guys get that small?!"
I shine my torch at the voice.
"The fuck are you talking about, guy? Where are we? What's going on? Where's Paddy? I will shoot Fake-Paddy if you don't explain!"
I draw a revolver and point it at the cardboard cut-out.
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