IC: Stan said "Right. Gotcha. Thanks." As he left the room, he saw a rather skinny Slig wander past. He thought he heard it mumble something under it's voice to itself as it eyed him. Stan growled at him as he left through the door.
Out into the night, he watched round. Few were still about, most wrapped up inside with their own affairs. He was annoyed by a sudden, loud noise through a window as a Clacker turned the TV up. As he went on his way to the next destination, he through a rock at the TV through the window and smashed it. The Clacker screamed and ran elsewhere in the house.
Stan finally found an old, rusty door that looked unused. "Hey" he said into the mobile "I think I found a door...let me check if it's locked" It was. He tried to turn the handle quickly. Nothing happened. He looked around to check noone was nearby. He then stepped back and smashed through the door with a loud crash. He turned round and put it back roughly. Good thing it was quite rusty, otherwise this solid door would have resisted a bit more.
He wandered in and looked round. "Uh...which way do I go now?" he said into the mobile.
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