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It's now been one whole hour.
The Player has now used up 5 whole sheets of paper drawing the guy who works at the grocery store.
You.... Are rather disturbed.
* ($#!@ off, I'm just having fun.)
You don't see how that would be fun.
* (He's fun to draw!! You can't judge me for that, it's illegal.)
You don't want to keep talking about this.
You try to gather up the sheets of paper, with the intention of locking them away and/or burning them.
* (Kris c'mon that's just mean)
The door creaks open.
๑ï * Kris? I was wondering if you'd like to-
She stares at what's in your hands.
๑ï * I... Angel's Heaven, Kris.
You tell her you thought that he looked easy to draw.
๑ï * Hm. I- um-
She is visibly trying to regain her composure.
You think she might be holding in a laugh.
๑ï * ...While I think the drawings are quite good, I think it might be best to... Refrain from drawing so much?
๑ï * I wouldn't want you to hurt your wrist from over-exertion.
She puts one hand on the back of her neck.
๑ï * And I wouldn't want you to use up too much paper, hee hee.
๑ï * Anyway, I wanted to ask if you'd like to join me at the store, but...
๑ï * I think I'll just leave you to it.
She leaves very quickly, shutting the door behind her.
* (Did you hear that, Kris? She liked my art!)
You want to kill Player.