*activates a scanner to detect threats.*

Well, I wonder how secure the front entrance is. *I look around to see what entrance is least guarded.*

*[b]a pop sounds from in front of the factory[/b]* -uffy bunnie- waaaaiiiitt. Whaaaaaa? *[b]a figure in a trench coat gloves, scarf, and wearing a gas mask and trench helmet stands in front of the factory. Holding a remote in their hand. A long sword sheathed on their left and a Flamethrower on their back[/b]* Where... am... I? Where are the bunnies? [i]you imbecile![/i] *[b]i shrug[/b]* What? I wanted to contol de wabbits. They wouldn’t eat The weird lady... [i]youre drunk[/i] No you’re drunk [i]no I’m not[/i] Well you must be since I’m talking to myself... [i]You have a point. But that’s you...[/i] Ehhh, so where are wii?

Hmm. Is the front entrance single or double door? [spoiler][i]My will is not my own[/i][/spoiler]

[spoiler] What can I do starting so late?[/spoiler]

I roll to shit my pants.

I jump into there covered in webs invisible* “I hate spiders who like hallucinogenic wine”