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Start following the guard. He must know where the exit is
When you were a kid your dad was an olfactory worker and always brought home the worst scents. And ever since he died in a freak nasal accident you've missed his horrific stenches. So really, following this guard around is like going on vacation for you. A shitty vacation, admittedly, but remember, that's a good thing.So you follow the guard for a while, and it's nice, I guess, but he doesn't really seem to know where he's going. He's just going in circles. Shitty circles. Deliciously... shitty... circles... mmm. Where was I? Oh yeah. The guard doesn't know shit. Mmm, shit...
Dude, I think you're talking about yourself. My dad was a member of parliament and I can't stand bad smells.
I'm getting out of here. Let's try the room that doesn't stink to high heaven.