Ben Hansen
Hugh hid under the bed. Ben, slightly more highly-strung, dove out the
window before realising they were on the third floor. The crash could
be heard for miles.
Fortunately, the aggressive knock had been made by the grotesque fist
of an incredibly violent and depressed bellboy, Graham having made an
order for food service slightly earlier.
"Please, join me in my meal," he said after Ben had come back in and
Hugh was brushing off the myriad hordes of spiders that had been
building a new culture under the bed. "As you can see, I ordered for
three."
"How did you know we would be eating with you?"
"One of the conditions -" et cetera.
It was a good meal, all things considered, but it was slightly ruined
by Graham falling dead halfway through the second course.
"He's been poisoned!" Hugh shrieked, as it was his turn to make a
dramatic observation. Ben spat out the mouthful he was chewing, but
after he realised he'd already be dead if his food had been poisoned
too, he put it back in.
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