[All went awry in the hotel recently.. Paintbrush, Knife, Trophy, Salt, Pepper, Nickel.. all just gone. There had been police investigations and things, but nothing was helping. You felt bad for poor OJ, the founder of Hotel OJ... He had to deal with all of this. You noticed him getting more dissociative and jittery recently, and were currently heading to his office to provide comfort to him.. you gently knocked on the door, and heard a little bang, then his tired voice speak up.] "C-Come in..!"
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