[The labyrinth doors swing open and Clay steps out, muttering to himself. He has a fresh bottle of whiskey in one hand and he's clutching at his waist with his other. Realizing he wasn't being particularly discreet, he grumbles, steps back in, and looks left and right before.. once again, stepping out.]
mrrmmmrmuhmm... whiskey, damned... wife... and kids... detective foolbrrhg... shh..mrt...
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mrrmmmrmuhmm... whiskey, damned... wife... and kids... detective foolbrrhg... shh..mrt...