You are still a bit tired and decide that this loud moron isn't even worth fighting with. You do, however, start to get a bit worried when he takes you back up the stairs and into a strange room in Sanford that you have never been into before. Suddenly, as you see him giggling and running at you... a blur of muscle and white hat... with a bottle of food coloring, you realize maybe you should have struggled.

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