Abandon hope all ye who enter here

[colonelcrotchgrab]

I'll teach you a lesson
That you won't forget
Why don't you save your breath
'Cause I'm gonna love ya' to death

(2 Soviets, 1 Apartment. Do you look in?)


((Art from Lora.))

Comments

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Hff.]

Ivan: Gasoline. Matches.

I hope you're not too attached to this place.

[majorcrotchgrab]

[whoa, whoa whoa, whoa. whoa. Whoa. This is not my Batman cup.]

We're not burning down this apartment!

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin stopped rummaging around the desktop for ... well, kindling. A more effective means of burning the place to the ground as fast as possible.

He turned back towards Raikov.]

Do you have a better idea?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Wait until the curse is over.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin jolted as Raikov finished his statement, which then his eye was drawn down to his foot. A ball of fur was there, tumbling off his foot, with the encroaching wave.]

How long is that?

[He fruitlessly kicked aside some of the things.]

We're going to suffocate in these at this rate!

[majorcrotchgrab]

We can just go to another apartment for the time being. And curses usually last 24 hours...

[He looks down at the furballs as well]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Puff.]

And if they don't leave?

[majorcrotchgrab]

We'll...

[Sob. He doesn't want to leave the apartment.]

... Let's try getting rid of them first. I'll use the laundry basket and we'll toss them out the window...

[colonelcrotchgrab]

And what if they breed out of control and this apartment becomes the last bastion of ...

[He paused. Clenched. Sneeze.

Much better, the itching in his throat aside.]

... the last bastion of space free from those things?

[majorcrotchgrab]

I doubt it'll get that bad.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin gave Raikov a glance.]

They've taken over the rest of the apartment.

[majorcrotchgrab]

... Don't have faith in us, Zhenya?

[He's going to get the laundry basket]