The door to the room opens up again and all we see is a very large, very creepy looking fist stick through the crack.
“Duke says get your horse’s ass out here. It’s time for cake!”
The fist disappears and the door quickly slams closed.
I look up at Tyler in confusion and he shakes his head at me.
“Don’t ask.”
I take that back. The strange just never ends.
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