text: [Themes: Comedy, ghost, Comedy]
  
  > go downward
  You're floating just above the layer of pebbles at the bottom of the tank. Patches of seaweed sway in the gentle currents. Outside, you can see the hotel lobby.
  
  An enormous oyster is nestled in the seaweed.
  
  > examine the oyster
  This thing is huge! It's got to be at least thirty pounds if it's an ounce, and it's a lot more than an ounce!
  
  > take the oyster
  Taken.
  
  > Go upward
  You swim up closer to the top of the tank.
  
  You're floating inside the huge lobby fishtank. The hotel looks weird and distorted through the glass. The hidden exit hatch is in the ceiling above you, and the tank's pebbly floor lies far below.
  
  > Go upward
  You pump your powerful tail and return to the surface.
  
  This is nothing but a small, dark, cramped, damp closet.
  
  A metal hatch is set into a particularly wet patch of carpet. You can see water below.
  
  You can also see your best set of glad rags, an art theory textbook, a party blower, a bellhop's uniform and an uninspiring bowl (empty) here.
  
  > remove the mermaid
  You peel off the mermaid getup and neatly fold it into a scandalously small package.
  
  > wear the uniform
  (first taking the bellhop's uniform)
  You shrug on the uniform and do up the buttons. Anyone who sees you would take you for an (unusually good-looking) hotel employee.
  
  > take all
  glad rags: Taken.
  art theory textbook: Taken.
  party blower: Taken.
  uninspiring bowl: Taken.
  hatch: Taken.
  
  > Go east
  It's real swanky up here, and there's a big door to the east that looks like it's gotta be a private suite. A smaller door is to the west. Just like with the other elevator stops, you can push the pearl button here to call Kipper.
  
  A stonefaced palooka stands at attention next to the door.
  
  > go to the east
  The stonefaced palooka opens the door for you.
  
  This swanky private suite makes everything on the floor below look like yesterday's day-old donuts. White leather couches, silver fittings, wall-to-wall carpeting so plush you could sink into it like quicksand. A pair of goldfish float languidly in a crystal aquarium on the coffee table. There's a bedroom to the east, and the suite exit is to the west.
  
  > Go east
  Hot dog, now this is a bedroom! It's about the size of a barn, with a huge four-poster bed slathered with shimmering draperies plopped right in the middle. The rest of the suite opens up to the west.
  
  Gams Gillespie is here, combing her hair at the vanity.
  
  > look at Gams
  This is the famous Gams Gillespie, former chorus girl and current girlfriend of Donnie Cantaloupes. Dressed in a diaphanous dressing gown, she's seated at a vanity, combing out her long, damp blonde hair. It looks like she's possessed by a ghost!
  
  > talk to Gams
  Gams Gillespie stops brushing her hair and looks up at you. "Whaddaya want? I didn't call for no room service."
  
  1) "You look a little blue."
  
  > 1
  ["You look a little blue."]
  
  "Well, whaddaya expect when I spend all evening underwater in that damn fish suit gettin' my anemones ogled for the edification of Donnie's payin' customers? It's cold in there! I keep tellin' 'im to put a heater in it, but no." She sighs. "Anyway, I got a bigger problem than a little gooseflesh."
  
  1) "What kind of problem?"
  
  > 1
  ["What kind of problem?"]
  
  "A love problem, that's what kind!" she cries, clutching the hairbrush to her chest. "It...it haunts me. Almost like a literal ghost
  or somethin'. I wish there was somethin' you could do, but it just ain't the sort of thing a kid like you could understand."
  
  1) "Try me! I've been around the block a few times."
  
  > 1
  ["Try me! I've been around the block a few times."]
  
  "You ain't even been outta the garage, babyface, but all right. It's like this. Ya know how when a couple is together for a long time, they sorta...drift apart? He's off doin' his thing and she's off doin' her thing and pretty soon all the passion just wheezes outta the whole relationship like a fallen souffle, and one day she looks around her beautiful, expensive home and realizes she ain't been given the business, in a marital kinda way I mean, since who knows when. If you get what I'm sayin'?"
  
  She pauses a moment to make sure you get what she's sayin'.
  
  "Anyway, it so happens that this exact situation has befallen a certain pair o' lovebirds I know who shall remain nameless. I need some way to spice things up. One of those, y'know, whaddaya ya call 'em, acromegliacs!"
  
  1) "Aphrodisiacs?"
  
  > 1
  ["Aphrodisiacs?"]
  
  She brightens. "Yeah! Those! You run down to the kitchen and get me one of those aphrodizzyacs! For the couple I know."
  
  1) "And what sort of aphrodisiacs am I looking for again?"
  2) "So tell me about this...'other couple'."
  3) "How did you and Donnie meet?"
  4) "Hey, do you work part time as a mermaid?"
  5) "I found you an oyster! And oh, boy, is it a whopper!"
  6) "Guess I'd better go get your order!"
  
  > 5
  ["I found you an oyster! And oh, boy, is it a whopper!"]
  
  She makes a disgusted face. "It ain't even cooked! Whaddaya, tryin' to give someone a case of the ptomaines?"
  
  1) "And what sort of aphrodisiacs am I looking for again?"
  2) "So tell me about this...'other couple'."
  3) "How did you and Donnie meet?"
  4) "Hey, do you work part time as a mermaid?"
  5) "I found you an oyster! And oh, boy, is it a whopper!"
  6) "Guess I'd better go get your order!"
  
  > 1
  ["And what sort of aphrodisiacs am I looking for again?"]
  
  "Something romantical. Something like...the meal Donnie and I had on our first anniversary. Just a pile of boiled oysters. No spices or nothin'. They called it Oysters Amour." She sighs and flutters her eyelashes. "It was magical."
  
  1) "And what sort of aphrodisiacs am I looking for again?"
  2) "So tell me about this...'other couple'."
  3) "How did you and Donnie meet?"
  4) "Hey, do you work part time as a mermaid?"
  5) "I found you an oyster! And oh, boy, is it a whopper!"
  6) "Guess I'd better go get your order!"
  
  > 6
  ["Guess I'd better go get your order!"]
  
  "Shake a leg, wouldya?".
  
  Hot dog, now this is a bedroom! It's about the size of a barn, with a huge four-poster bed slathered with shimmering draperies plopped right in the middle. The rest of the suite opens up to the west.
  
  Gams Gillespie is here, combing her hair at the vanity.
  
  > go west
  This swanky private suite makes everything on the floor below look like yesterday's day-old donuts. White leather couches, silver fittings, wall-to-wall carpeting so plush you could sink into it like quicksand. A pair of goldfish float languidly in a crystal aquarium on the coffee table. There's a bedroom to the east, and the suite exit is to the west.
  
  > Go west
  It's real swanky up here, and there's a big door to the east that looks like it's gotta be a private suite. A smaller door is to the west. Just like with the other elevator stops, you can push the pearl button here to call Kipper.
  
  A stonefaced palooka stands at attention next to the door.
  
  > press the button
  "Hiya, Miss Greene! Where to now?"
  
  1) "First floor, please."
  2) "Second floor, please."
  3) "Seeya, Kipper."
  
  > 1
  ["First floor, please."]
  
  "Sure thing!"
  
  The sumptuous entrance lobby of the Grand Poseidon Hotel. Aquamarine lights play over the leather couches and rich mahogany paneling, making the whole room look like it's underwater. Outside to the west, you can see the hustle and bustle of a Saturday night in downtown Seattle.
  
  In the center of the room is an enormous fish tank. To the north is the Neptune Lounge, to the south, past the front desk, is the hotel office, and a hallway leads east. A crystal column houses the elevator.
  
  > put the oyster in pool
  You huck the oyster into the pool and watch it sink to the bottom like a stone.
  
  > examine the pool
  A boiling, bubbling cauldron of hot, salty water.
  
  In the saltwater pool is an Oysters Amour.
  
  A boiling, bubbling cauldron of hot, salty water.
  
  In the saltwater pool is an Oysters Amour.
  
  > drop all
  hatch: Dropped.
  uninspiring bowl: Dropped.
  party blower: Dropped.
  art theory textbook: Dropped.
  glad rags: Dropped.
  bellhop's uniform: Dropped.
  
  > get in the pool
  No thanks! That water's hot enough to cook you into tomato soup.
  
  > Turn wheel
  The wheel squeaks as you turn it. The loud rush of water quiets slightly.
  
  > look at the pool
  A bubbling pool of hot saltwater.
  
  In the saltwater pool is an Oysters Amour.
  
  > enter pool
  Luckily, you're dressed to get wet. You slide into the hot, bubbling water.
  
  > get Oysters
  You fish it out of the water.
  
  Taken.
  
  > go to the south
  You would have to get out of the saltwater pool first.
  
  > go outside
  You hoist yourself out the bath, dripping with salty water. Phew! You're all red. If that bath was any hotter, you'd have been cooked like a lobster!
  
  > go south
  It's steamy and musty, with slick floors. Lockers line the walls.
  
  You can see a bellhop's uniform, your best set of glad rags, an art theory textbook, a party blower, an uninspiring bowl (empty) and a hatch (empty) here.
  
  > remove the mermaid
  You peel off the mermaid getup and neatly fold it into a scandalously small package.
  
  > talk to Gams
  She stops brushing and looks at you.
  
  1) "And what sort of aphrodisiacs am I looking for again?"
  2) "So tell me about this...'other couple'."
  3) "How did you and Donnie meet?"
  4) "Hey, do you work part time as a mermaid?"
  5) "One extra-large order of Oysters Amour, boiled to perfection!"
  6) "Guess I'd better go get your order!"
  
  > 5
  ["One extra-large order of Oysters Amour, boiled to
  perfection!"]
  
  "You brought it!" Gams squeals, leaping to her feet. "Oh, thank you, thank you! This'll reignite the passion. I just know it!" She shoulders the oversized oyster and, staggering under the weight, hauls it into the main suite.
  
  "Cookie! Vincent! It's feedin' time for Mommy's little treasures!" You hear a splash as she drops the oyster into the aquarium.
  
  Gams reappears in the doorway, her eyes bright. "It's workin'!
  They're eatin', and once they're done, they're gonna be frisky as fry. My poor lonely goldfish'll be in love again, just like they used to be!" She gives you a peck on the cheek, followed by a wink. "Now, let's get out of here. My little babies are gonna be needin' their privacy!"
  
  Throwing on a bathrobe, she dances happily out of the suite, leaving the ghost that was haunting her behind.
  
  Hot dog, now this is a bedroom! It's about the size of a barn, with a huge four-poster bed slathered with shimmering draperies plopped right in the middle. The rest of the suite opens up to the west.
  
  A giggling ghost floats in midair.
  
  > Drink ghost
  You slurp down the fermented fiend with the skill of an expert...and the coordination of a gal with six drinks in her already, but never mind that, you catch it eventually. Something tells you, as the ghost giggles its way down your gullet, that you've just polished off the penultimate poltergeist. Now, half-ghostfaced and armed with your wily wits and a stomach sloshing with snagged spirits, it's time to return to the gents' locker room and finish of the last and worst of the bunch.
  
  > go west
  This swanky private suite makes everything on the floor below look like yesterday's day-old donuts. White leather couches, silver fittings, wall-to-wall carpeting so plush you could sink into it like quicksand. A pair of goldfish float languidly in a crystal aquarium on the coffee table. There's a bedroom to the east, and the suite exit is to the west.
  
  > open the locker
  The locker pulses under your hands, and you feel the seal cracking. You're confident, secure, and half in the bag. You've cleared the hotel of the other ghosts. All that's left to do is polish off this one last one.
  
  1) I'm done with this place! Let's guzzle us a ghost!
  2) Nah, I'm not ready yet.
  
  > 1
  [I'm done with this place! Let's guzzle us a ghost!]
  
  Nothin'. Just an empty locker. What a royal platter of the phonus balonus!
  
  Until you realize that the musty room is somehow brand new, the tiles less cracked, the lockers gleaming. It's like you've stepped back into the past, like in that Christmas book, except instead of watching some crusty old bluenose waste his childhood working, you're seeing what happened here, in this very room, some eight years ago.
  
  Donnie Cantaloupes swaggers in, dressed in a bathing suit, a towel around his neck. He's still huge, but in a different order, with more of his bulk filed under "M" for muscles, or maybe "M" for "Mamma mia, what a dish!" It's enough to make you want to run right out of here, find your younger self, and tell her to ditch the hopscotch a couple of years early.
  
  1) Try to attract his attention.
  2) Duck behind the lockers.
  
  > 2
  [Duck behind the lockers.]
  
  You dart behind the lockers, a little too late to avoid him seeing you if he could, but apparently he can't. It's either that or he's ignoring you, and since you're you, how likely is that? He
  does turn around when another woman enters the room.
  
  1) Who's the dame?
  
  > 1
  [Who's the dame?]
  
  She bears more than a passing resemblance to Agent Byrd - a tall, severe-looking brunette in businesslike tweed. This woman is older, though, with a sharp chin and a streak of gray in her hair. She storms up to Donnie, waving a finger in his face. "Don't think you can run away from me, Mister Cantaloupes!"
  
  "Didn't I tell ya to back off, ya dizzy harpy?" Donnie roars back.
  
  "One of your goons did mention it, yes," the woman says. "I believe his exact words were "one of these days, they'll find you floating face down in the Sound." I told him that was an ugly threat, and he said, and I quote, "It could be uglier. They could find you floating face up."
  
  Donnie chuckles.
  
  "I fail to see what's so funny, Mr. Cantaloupes. What would you friends at City Hall say if they knew you consorted with such ruffians?"
  
  Donnie crosses his arms. "And what would your fancy-schmancy Temperance ladies say if they knew Mildred Waverly hung around in men's changing rooms?"
  
  Waverly grins. "I made very sure that nobody saw me come in here, Mr. Cantaloupes. You can't hide behind your goons anymore. It's just you and me."
  
  "Just you and me, huh?" Donnie says, casually approaching. She looks so much smaller than he does, and yet she stands straight and proud. "No witnesses?" And that's when he lunges for her.
  
  > press the space
  "No witnesses?" And that's when he lunges for her.
  
  It's nearly a minute before Waverly finally breaks the kiss to shoot a nervous look around the room. "You're quite sure we're really alone?"
  
  "Isn't it a little late to be worried about that? Besides, didn't I tell you I gave them the night off?" Donnie says, stroking her hair."
  
  "I thought you meant you didn't - oh, I'm sorry, it's just impossible, the way you talk. Poor Rosie used to have the same problem, but we fixed it years ago, thank goodness."
  
  "Didn't I explain I can get around it by putting everything in the form of a question?"
  
  "Like a stutterer learning to sing his words instead of saying them, yes, I understand. It's just confusing, that's all." She
  gives him a teasing grin. "Sometimes I think things would had been easier if I'd fallen for the other doorman. The one who always tells the truth."
  
  "And what fun would that be?"
  
  "Not much," Waverly admits. "And we wouldn't have Rosie."
  
  > continue
  "Not much," Waverly admits. "And we wouldn't have Rosie."
  
  "How is Rosie, anyway?" Donnie says. "Got to be getting pretty big by now, isn't she?"
  
  "Nearly fifteen, and no, thank goodness, given that Walter is five foot two and weighs less than I do we're lucky she didn't end up with your body structure."
  
  "Any girl would be lucky not to end up with my body structure, don't you think?"
  
  "Now, that's not what I meant! You're very handsome for a mountain." She puts her head on his shoulders. "Oh, Donnie. I wish you could see her. I wish we didn't have to play around like this."
  
  "Don't you think I wish that too, Millie?"
  
  "I know you do. You're a good man, Donnie, but you've made a choice to do evil things." She sighs. "Those I suppose I'm hardly one to talk about that, am I? Nevertheless, as long as you continue to sell this poison -"
  
  "What if I stop?"
  
  > Keep going
  "What if I stop?"
  
  "What, just like that?"
  
  "What do I need more money for? Wouldn't it be nice if we could all be a family?" He reaches into the locker and pulls out a bottle of champagne. "What would you say if I told you I picked this up today, and it'll be the last bottle of booze I ever buy? Now - how about a toast?"
  
  > Keep going
  toast?"
  
  "You know I never touch-"
  
  "It's okay just this once, isn't it? You don't think I'll tell any of your hoity-toity friends, do you?"
  
  "I supposed not," Mildred says, blushing. She allows Donnie to pour her a glass and clinks it against his. "Very well. Just one. To us!" She gulps it down and makes a face. "Honestly, Donnie, I don't know where you get this cheap - "
  
  And then her hand flies to her throat and she collapses to the tile, her face ashen.
  
  > Keep going
  her face ashen.
  
  Poisoned. How? Not by Donnie. Any thought of that leaves your head when you see the look on his face as she falls, and the way he holds her as she dies.
  
  He's still holding her when one of his weaselly looking henchmen saunters in. The goon's eyes widen as he takes in the scene. "Holy smokes, boss. You actually kacked the broad."
  
  Donnie turns to look and him. Silently, he nods.
  
  Suddenly, you smell strong spirits. You turn - and you're face-to-face with the ghost of Mildred Waverly.
  
  > examine mildred
  with the ghost of Mildred Waverly.
  
  Her ectoplasmic body ripples and shimmers in the light. She's holey, like a hunk of Swiss cheese, the liquid weeping from the spots where the missing chunks of her body should be. She raises one hand and crooks her fingers towards you. Your belly gurgles. The spirits in the hotel, you realize, weren't really ghosts at all, but fragments of Mildred she left behind...and she's calling them back. A dizzying wave of sobriety crashes over you as the liquid leaches from your body and returns to hers.
  
  When your vision clears, she stands in front of you, whole. She looks down at her hands, turning them over and over, observing their translucency. "I was so...confused," she says. "But I remember now. I thought the alcohol killed me, but...but it was denatured
  alcohol. Poison. We knew it was out there, and we didn't do anything to take it out of the supply. We decided - " She smiles sadly. "We decided that anyone who drank it deserved what they got."
  
  She pulls a bottle from...somewhere...and pours a glass of something sparkling. "Seems so silly, now. Here, drink this. I'll explain in a moment."
  
  1) Drink.
  
  > 1
  [Drink.]
  
  You drain the glass It's pure and refreshing, with a surprising kick. "There you go, Hazel. You know, you really ought to cut back a bit. You're a smart girl, but you'd be smarter if you weren't plastered on cheap hooch all the time."
  
  The light suddenly brightens. It's coming from a direction you can't quite make out, except that it's not a cardinal direction, or up, or down, or even in or out. Mildred turns to look in that same impossible direction and smiles. "But I supposed that's up to you, now. It's time for me to go. No more meddling in the world of the living for me."
  
  She steps not-north-or-south-or-up-or-down, and she's gone, leaving you alone in the locker room. The very warm locker room. The very warm and wobbly locker room with the moving floor.
  
  Mildred pops back in from wherever she went. "Oh, I did say I would explain, didn't I? This is going to sound awfully hypocritical, but I had to return what I took, and I needed a vessel through which to symbolically return it, so that drink I just poured you was, in a spiritual sense, anyway, several thousand drinks, and I'm
  afraid you're going to be rather seriously inebriated in a moment, so..." She's already fading out, again, or maybe your vision is blurring.
  
  "...say goodbye to Rosie for me..."
  
  1) And that's about where you pass out.
  
  > 1
  [And that's about where you pass out.]
  
  > 1
  [And that's about where you pass out.]Or maybe you're
  actually passing back in, because all of a sudden you've got the cold locker room floor pressed against your back and Agent Byrd slapping you in the face. "Wake up!" she says, before turning to someone you can't see because you can't move your head without everything smearing like a Picasso. "It's no use, she's too drunk. Get me a bucket of cold water."
  
  "I'm not drunk!", you try to protest, but it comes out more like "Amm nawww rarrrunk" because you are, in fact, ossified right out of your little blonde skull. The same skull which Agent Byrd proceeds to lubricate with a gallon of ice water. "You're lucky to be alive," she says, helping you sit up. "The explosion shook the whole hotel."
  
  Donny Cantaloupes rushes into the room, shoving onlookers out of the way. "What's goin' on in here?" he bellows. "Don't you know this is the gentleman's changing area?"
  
  Agent Byrd stands up, triumphant. "It's clear to me exactly what's happened," she says. "You were hiding a cache of highly flammable contraband in this locker room, trusting that it's the one place I'd never dare check. This unfortunate girl snuck in to sample the merchandise, overindulged, lost her head enough to light up a quick jazz cigarette and - BOOM!"
  
  "That's exactly what happened," Donnie says.
  
  "A-ha!"
  
  "Nah, you're takin' the boss out of context," says Donnie's right-hand man, weaseling up. "You gotta remember his speech impediment. And say, boss, I gotta tell you, I was checking the 'mineral water' and it's back to being 'mineral water', not, uh, mineral water, if you get me, see?"
  
  "A-ha, again!" Agent Byrd says. "Don't think I don't know what you're talking about. Men, search the place! We've got you this time, Cantaloupes. And when I bust this place up from stem to stern, not only will we uncover your operation, we'll find evidence for the rest of it too. You'll finally face justice for the murder of Mildred Waverly." She leans forward, getting right in the big man's face. "You killed my mother," she hisses. "And pretty soon I'll be able to prove it."
  
  Suddenly all business again, she backs off and kneels to face you. "Miss, we're going to need a statement."
  
  You don't want to give a statement. In fact, you don't really feel like moving. You feel - peaceful. Mildred Waverly is in a better place. The hotel has been re-boozed, and even if the bar's closed, you're already nicely sloshed. You just want to put your head back on the floor and go to sleep. But Agent Byrd is waiting. You're going to have to tell her something....
  
  1) It's about your mother...
  
  > 1
  [It's about your mother...]
  
  > 1
  [It's about your mother...]"Your mother did this," you say.
  "Or...her ghost did. She was angry with the hotel, and I don't blame her, because the way she died would have steamed anyone's celery. But it wasn't Donnie Cantaloupes who killed her!"
  
  "No, it wasn't," Donnie Cantaloupes says suddenly. "I didn't kill her." Gasps ring out from the crowd as people work out what he just said.
  
  "Uh, Boss," says Weaselly, "let's not say anything we shouldn't outta say in front of Janey Law here..."
  
  ""I didn't kill her!" Cantaloupes says again. "I haven't been carrying this secret around for eight long years. I'm not tired of it. No, I didn't kill her. It wasn't an accident, but that means I'm not responsible. It's not time for me to take responsibility for that. I don't deserve to go to jail."
  
  "Nah, she wouldn't want that," you say. "The ghost showed me how she died, see, and-"
  
  "The ghost?" Agent Byrd explodes. "The ghost? This
  is a serious investigation, not a showcase for your D.T.s!"
  
  "No, really, there was a ghost. Lots of ghosts. I've got this pair of cheaters, see, and - " You put your hand to your face. Where are your special glasses? They're gone!
  
  "And just where exactly is this ghost now?
  
  "Um, I'm not sure. Heaven, I think?"
  
  "That's what I thought. And why, pray tell, do you think my mother would want me to show any regard to the criminal who killed her? Even 'accidentally'?"
  
  1) It's like this...
  
  > 1
  [It's like this...]
  
  Well, what the heck. It's not over until the slightly-curvier-than-average lady sings, so you might as well get singing.
  
  "Because I'm pretty sure this criminal is your father."
  
  "WHAT?" Agent Byrd says.
  
  "See, she and Cantaloupes were passionately in love. They were talking about you in the vision just before she died, which, incidentally, happened because she drank from a bottle of denatured alcohol by accident. He's your father, all right. Look, I've got parental issues too. Although at least my parents are married and, hoo boy, maybe I shouldn't have spilled this in front of all your co-workers, but oh well. There it is. Cantaloupes is your dad."
  
  "Well, if the girl I found lying drunk in the men's changing room babbling about ghosts says it, I suppose it must be true!
  Tell me, do you have even one single solitary shred of proof?"
  
  "Uh. I didn't think of that. I don't suppose you've both got webbed toes or a funny  birthmark on the moneymaker, anything like that?"
  
  "That's what I thought."
  
  "Wait! I just remembered something! Mildred said...when you were young, you had the same speech impediment Cantaloupes does. You always said the reverse of what you meant!"
  
  "That's ridiculous. I never did that."
  
  "You must have been really young! You might not remember, but maybe if you talk to someone who knew you back then - "
  
  "I said I never did that!" Agent Byrd says, her face turning purple. "Donnie Cantaloupes can be my father! It's possible!"
  
  She claps a hand over her mouth.
  
  "That's what I meant to say...I don't mean...I..." She swallows. "It never happens when I'm...that is to say...it only happens when I'm upset. And it doesn't prove anything." She looks at Donnie, her face a mix of curiousity and fear. "But...but I suppose you're not the only one who's made an accusation they can't prove tonight. Perhaps I was too hasty, Mr. Cantaloupes. Perhaps there was more to my mother's disappearance than I know. The booze, however...that, I'm
  shutting you down for."
  
  It wasn't exactly the tearful reunion you might have hoped for, but it'll have to do.
  
  > press the space
  it'll have to do.
  
  And so you find yourself staggering home at six-thirty in the morning, exhausted, reeking of liquor, and with instructions to talk to the police later. The old lady's going to have your hide. And you've already tossed your guts out onto two different lawns and one very surprised gardener who got in the way of the third lawn at the last second. It's just about your usual morning, in other words.
  
  But y'know what, kid? Last night you un-haunted a hotel with nothing more than pluck, moxie, and your own talented kisser. Last night, you got past every problem the Poseidon Grand could throw at you.
  
  "Roof! Roof!" Barnaby barks happily at your feet. Oh, yeah, there's that, too. You got yourself a dog.
  
  All in all, not a bad night. Not a bad night at all!
  
  THE END.
  
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