The stupidity of that statement suddenly hits you. You're on a mountain six thousand feet above sea level. Snow covers the ground around the campfire.MinimanZombie said:I flick the cigar away. It hits Salt in the face.
"I ain't in the mood for cigars. We're in the middle of the desert."
You wonder to yourself why you keep referring to the closet as the "cuboard".Knife-28 said:Meanwhile, I continue to search the hidden cuboard room.