"It's wallet-stealing time," I said aloud.
"What?!" exclaimed L33tz4n.
I quickly kicked open the door of the stall, and to my complete and utter shock I saw a familiar face! It was Plot Device the rabbit, the same guy we had left to die in Grandma Conqista's supermarket a few days ago, only now he looked to be dying in a completely different bathroom altogether. He sat on the toilet (though it's important to note that he wasn't "saving") and gasped for breath. He had several open wounds and bruises all over his face.
"What are you doing here?!" I asked. "I thought you died."
"You thought wrong, shaman," he replied weakly, though with an air of passion in his voice. "I made it out alive. A good Samaritan in a canoe came and healed my wounds, no thanks to you!"
"But I tried to heal you!" I argued. "Here!" I got up a healing aura around my palms and placed them over his wounds, but he pushed me away.
"Save your magic, shaman! You'll need it to get out of here alive!"
"I'm not a shaman!" I said angrily. "And you're the worst plot device ever! Come on, L33tz4n, we're leaving."
"But he said this place is dangerous!" she cried. "We need to escape!"
'Of course,' I thought to myself. 'These places where you can sleep for free always mean something bad is about to happen.'
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