As expected, the stimulant suddenly won the battle, and Marlon came out of his reflective state. Door. Shows always involve a complex of doors before the floor, so all logic said that he go through the first door he see. He glanced right, as if suspicious about the existence of the dark-gray hall he stood in, surrounded by walls that reminded him of unsturdy cubicles. Ah, a door! A step was taken, and another step.
Marlon was flooded by euphoria as he watched in pride, stepping slowly but surely towards the ultimate goal, when suddenly, something went very wrong.
Through the door crashed a man as skinny as he was intense, and he came bursting towards Marlon screaming. Key words flew into Marlon's brain and he struggled to piece them together.
Show, Marlon, audio, molotov, riot squad, NOW!
As a huge rush of adrenaline burst out the ends of Marlon's veins and hit his brain, he was presented with a choice of what to do with it.
Fight: He exhibits self-defense on the roadie.mature
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