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Running from a crazed slasher works up quite an appetite–you’d know because you could eat a <span class="mu-s">HORSE</span> right about now! Using that as your motivation, you hastily make your way along the string light-illuminated path back to the mansion.
When you did this an hour or so ago you were just happy to be let into the party, but as you walk through the crushed remains of the <span class="mu-s">DINING AREA</span> you’re reminded of the grim reality of the situation… not to mention Moose’s bold sacrifice.
Though he bought you some time, the identity of the mysterious stalker still remains unknown to you–questions tumble around your head like shredded mozzarella onto pizza dough. The strange symbols in the notebook, genetic manipulation, an island chock full of vicious animals and teens loaded up with all sorts of party favors and baggage… it’s enough for ten mysteries, let alone <span class="mu-i">one</span>!
It takes a face-first plunge into a familiar hunk of fat to rouse you from your film noir-esque internal ramblings! Extracting yourself from the gentleman’s red ‘<span class="mu-s">SOCIETY</span>’ shirt, you hastily apologize to the tubby guy you met when looking for Pepper by the <span class="mu-s">DINING TABLES</span> earlier!
“<span class="mu-s">LOOMIS!</span>"announces the mountain of meat with a genial smile on his stubbly face, “Don’t think we’ve met, Pizza Guy, but my compliments to your chef!”
Thanks, uh, Loomis, you mutter, still embarrassed that you bumped into him at all, say, did he see a redhead wearing a company cap recently?
“Sure! She and Raj headed to the <span class="mu-s">KITCHEN!</span>” Loomis explains as he points a sausage-sized finger down the hall!
Thanks, dude, you reply with a grateful nod, where’s he off to?
“Well,” Begins your new pal with a hint of embarrassment in his voice, “Being at a party with so much food, I wanted to see what certain things tasted like if I mixed them together. Y’know, experiment a little!”
Right, you nod, already regretting asking your question.
“So I got some peanut butter cookies and some chicken, sprinkled a bunch of Sour Gummi Goblins all over that, and then I wrapped a few pieces of pizza around that too!”
Let me guess, you hiss through clenched, disgusted teeth, he’s gotta use the bathroom now?
“Hah! Right on the first try, chum!” The gourmet chuckles as he gives you a pat on the back! “Yep, feels like a Nuclear War goin’ on in my stomach so I’m gonna run off now…”
Politely stepping past you, the kid gives you another smile! “Nice meeting you, though!”
Rushing off in the direction of the toilet with remarkable agility, Loomis leaves you with a faint sense of nausea in your stomach, one that follows you all the way to the <span class="mu-s">KITCHEN</span>...
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