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There's little tile chips embedded in the tentacle now, which it doesn't seem to mind. (It's not bleeding or anything.) It 'stands up' again in front of you and pulsates <span class="mu-i">hard</span> and—
"Hello?" Pat, unmistakably. Must be from down the hallway. She sounds bleary. "Is somebody—?"
Shit!
>[1] Shit. You need to hide. And there is fucking *nothing* in here except the— except the— FUCKING SUCK IT UP and stick yourself in the dumbwaiter. [----Grit]
>[2] The hole where the drain was is large enough to fit yourself down. You don't particularly like holes, but there's always the chance it'll open into somewhere wider. Or somewhere worse. Who knows? [-? Grit]
>[3] Step out into the hallway and fess up. You can talk your way out of this... right? (Write-in your genius explanation for trespassing/feeding tentacles.) [+?/-? Pat's Trust depending on the explanation's level of genius.]
>[4] Write-in.
