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a smoker under his car. It was his own creaiton, yet it seemed so grotesque. The teeth were hideous, the color of the skin was anomolous, and the tongue was atrocious. Place immediately went back to his house to get a hazmat suit. He always came prepared for any type of scenario. The yellow hazmat suit was specially designed for Place. He threw the dead smoker into a nearby trash can. Since it was a biohazard, Place immediately took the trash can to the river, where it was dumped and never seen again.

Place diverted himself back to his headquarters, where he could get some scripting done. The players wanted new content, and they were practically screaming at him through the comments. He was desperate to finish the updates, yet he still had a ton of scripting to do. Suddenly, an airstrike decimates a large portion of the roof. He quickly takes action and hides under his desk.

Krieg recently received a new desk from his boss, and was working on the floor under him. He hears two large booming sounds above him. He rushes to the stairs and opens the door. He sees that the roof was gone, with mere pieces of it hanging on to the remaining infrastructure. The door of his boss seemed untouched, but just in case, he kicked the door down with all his might.

"What the hell are you doing?" Place exclaimed.

"Are you alright, boss?"

"The real question is why did you break down my door?"

"I didn't mean it, Place. Just an accident!"

"How am I supposed to pay for this now?"

They both glanced at each other for a few moments. Suddenly, Place had an idea.

"We could get loads of DevEx money during the Winter Games!"

"I don't want tha-"

"We can pay for the roof and the door that you kicked down! I could always count on you."

"Wait, wh-"

Place accepted the request to be in the Winter Games, and the Wikia regulars started to murder him through insults.