the barrels
"WHEEERE AAARE YOUUU?"
You whip the first T-bone into the nearest barrel. It goes, THUNK!
Then it goes RATTLE!
"THE BARRELS EH?!" gloats the old man, "ENJOYING THE
OLD CHEESE? The RAREFIED lettuce? The... now what else was in there?
Oh, yes. The chunky FORKS!?"
"I'm glad we didn't hide in there!" Dave whispers to you.
The old man doesn't hear. He's crashing into the barrels. He's
brandishing a butter knife. Must've grabbed the wrong one. Stone
blind...
Well! Should we dispatch of the miserable old codger now? Sneak around
him, leaving him in the basement while we go snooping around upstairs?
Or just leave?
The old man enters the room.
