A locked door could mean trouble, so he kept alert as he knelt down over Harry, and pressed the gun against the back of his head, leaned closer and spoke into his ear with disgust in his voice. “Where's the key to that door, Harry?” Marvin waited for an answer before he stood back up again, if Harry wouldn't tell, he would pick the lock, or use brute force. “Ok, now you be silent, Harry, or I will silence you.”<br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">At 2010-04-24 01:17:06, Marvin (uid: 13111) rolls: 5d10 tn1: 8 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=14955)</span>