He woke up, his head pounding. Shit, What have you done with mw this time, he thought. Looking round, he could see very little in the low light, but what he could see, he didn't recognise.
Ah, Chett, as usual, the voice pounded out of nowhere, Glad you're awake. I require your assistance. It isn't urgent, so don't be in too much of a rush...
"Where am I?"
Hmm? Oh, you're in the main storage room of Blastco Dynamite.
"What am I doing here?" Chett hissed angrily.
I was indulging a whim. Don't worry, they rarely send guards in there to check on it.
"And if they do...?"
Well, you'll have to try and explain it to Skillya. Without mentioning my name, of course...
"You Old Bastard!"
I'm sure you'll cope. You've always shown yourself to be extremely resourceful in the past. See you in a few hours then...
And the old bastard was gone. Chett looked around, analyzing the situation. On second thoughts, the cellar didn't look too hard to sneak out of. After all, if The Boss could get in, surely Chett could get out...
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