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[Inside the Beer Bin]

At the top of the stairs is a smoky, brown hallway lit by sickly urine-yellow, dim lighting. It reeks of nasty things like vomit and molding half-eaten bologna sandwiches. As if that weren't enough torture to put Tom through at any given time, the walls just so happen to be paper thin. Thomas might hear more than his fair share of bickering and snoring coming from every which-way as he proceeds down the hallway, among other noises.

At the end of the hallway Tom might hear silence coming, from behind a cracked oak door without a peephole or a knocker...or a doorknob...

Weird... Weird for this place, I mean.

Didn't so much as hear the voices of Fatty or Skinny yet...
Welp, looks like this is probably the door. Thomas closes his right eye as he prepares to step inside, activating an adult content censorship setting in his left. This is going to be ugly, another bomb, a tied-up Percilia, a combination of the above, or some other freaky fourth thing. He grips the crowbar tight, bites his lip, counts to three, and attempts to charge right in! ATTACK!