After a 72-hour drunk, during which I subsisted on nothing but sherry, vodka, bourbon, Relentless™ energy drink, and baby carrots, I awoke under my desk only to find some most perplexing developments. First item, at my desk:
Second, someone has posted a jumble of nonsense from my account.
Third, walking amongst the empty bottles and refuse strewn about the hallways, I have discovered that the dolls are multiplying:
This one, perched above Charles's nest:
This dead one in editorial:
Hiding amidst my dwindling supply of Relentless™, with some mark on its face:
Hiding in the shadows of the eerie, amatuerish busts at the base of the stairs to production:
And finally, this one, beheaded, standing directly in front of the door to Tim Keck's office:
I now know what I must do.
UPDATE: I'm off to the locksmith directly after I dive into Anthony's bottle of Jameson 12 Year and get rid of these cobwebs in my head.
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