[BACK OUT THE DOOR WRATH GOES, completely unfazed by Ralph's shouting and shoving. And there he waits patiently, gently swinging the bedsheet-bag back and forth, until his team-mate emerges with pants.]
[Whereupon he perks up like a puppy that's been waiting for its owner to get home.]
Yeah!
I thought I found it but it turned out it was a closet.
There was a stick with lots of strings hanging from it but not much else. So I figured that probably wasn't the right place.
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[Whereupon he perks up like a puppy that's been waiting for its owner to get home.]
Yeah!
I thought I found it but it turned out it was a closet.
There was a stick with lots of strings hanging from it but not much else. So I figured that probably wasn't the right place.