Strange creatures with pale skin walk in the doors, their spawn flooding into the lobby of the hotel to attack the hot coco machine.
The elder creatures approach my territory to ask if they may access to their dwelling early.
The clock reads one P.M. The time of check-in is four P.M.202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHJUbRUFO3e
The fools.
To take the time to arrive prior to the designated arrival hour is to insult the rules of the hotel.
You cannot disparage our rules. You must return at four.
This answer upsets the creatures, now their spawn shout loudly at each other. The chess table of our lobby seems to be their next target. Too loud, much too loud.
I look at their room. It is ready. But the rule?
What of the rule? The policies for controlling these creatures call for structure, but these ones are insistent. Normally they don't have this kind of sentience.
The rule must be broken. They must go to their dwelling. If naught else, their offspring will upset the other creatures throughout the hotel. If those creatures are upset, then things will be much worse later on.
I am sorry, my dear manager, I must break the rule. I pray you can forgive me. I am afraid of disappointing you, but I am much more afraid of these filthy monsters.
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