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I stormed up to the counter and pounded my fist down in a furious manner. "I demand to know why there are no bathrooms in this place!" I yelled at the guy working there.
"You have to play the Romero Challenge to get to the bathrooms!" the Canadian guy answered, shouting loudly over the booming techno music. "And they're the only bathrooms in town!"
"That's kind of evil!" I shouted back.
"We're kind of evil! And you can't even begin to imagine how much money we make!"
That made sense enough; these tourist trap places always have bathrooms in the most inconvienient places. "Fawriel, ask one of these kids what the Romero Challenge is."
"Why can't you do it?" he asked.
I grabbed him by the shoulders stared angrily into his eye. "Can't you be a team player?!"
He sighed and grabbed some random Canadian punk. "What's the Romero Challenge?"
"It's what this place is known for, sh'yuh," he replied. "It's a deadly game, where the only life you have is your own. People only play it to get to the bathrooms, but if you don't win the game, you'll never be heard from again!"
I had to hand it to these Canadians, they really knew how to live life on the edge.
I looked over the prize rack. They offered various stuffed animals, coupons for free games, and an enchanted glowing crystal orb of power. I liked the white tiger plushies the most, because they were the sexiest.
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