The Hotel's like what? [ it's the creepy smiling that throws him off. not just because it's shucking weird and anyone who does that can't be trusted, but it also reminds him of a certain crank, his loud "rose took my nose" song echoing through the building he and brenda were hiding in. he'd never forget that, and he'd never be off his guard enough to get caught by a crank again, either.
even one that seemed to be fully in grasp of its mental functions.
maybe. ] Get out of there. [ he gestures with the knife, out from behind the desk. ] You're not part of the staff. Do you think I'm an idiot?
[ though, thomas is mostly all talk--he's not sure what he'd do if a crank pops out and attacks him again. but cranks hallucinate so often that this guy's act here--it's gotta be one of those. ]
no subject
even one that seemed to be fully in grasp of its mental functions.
maybe. ] Get out of there. [ he gestures with the knife, out from behind the desk. ] You're not part of the staff. Do you think I'm an idiot?
[ though, thomas is mostly all talk--he's not sure what he'd do if a crank pops out and attacks him again. but cranks hallucinate so often that this guy's act here--it's gotta be one of those. ]