"Hooey! That oughta take care of them pesky critters! Ya know, when I first bought this here building, this place was crawling with pesky vermin." Jeremiah leaned toward Shiro, "Let me tell ya, that last owner was a dirty owner like his red dirty mask."<br/><br/>Suddenly, another guest came in and looked like a terrific athlete but with no arms. He seemed to wear a propeller cap on his head and also wore a red shirt with a white star, and with white and blue shoes. They dubbed him as<span style="color: cyan">The Homestar Runner.</span><br/><br/>"Hey there, Texas Man! I come to check out this seemingly familiar establishment! The one, the only, Dan--"<br/><br/>"WHAT IN THE SAM HELL IS THAT THING?!!!" Screamed Jeremiah while pointing at Homestar, "That poor son of a bitch lacked arms!"<br/><br/>"Oh, that's only a feature. I'm just coming here to do my daily dumplings." Homestar somehow held on to a large bottle of Mountain Dew as he approached the nearby computer, "Just wanted to give the CPU the good lemony goodness."<br/><br/>"Gimmie that, you armless joker!" Jeremiah swiped the bottle away, "You tryin' to turn this hotel into a frat house?!"