Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588272-20150916152640/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150929125620

...How does one forget why they're at the place in which they live?

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 * It's fairly quiet in the establishment... not that Samuel minds. Then again, he really doesn't "mind" anything... Not about him. About the job. The job needs doing, and he needs to be doing the job... Much to his own "relief" (at least, as close as one could come to such a sort of satisfaction without the ability to properly process such thoughts) there was a sheer lack of troublemakers. That didn't stop him from making his rounds, however. He slowly approaced the stage area, glancing around the room... settling his gaze upon the ruined (Chica's Chow) stand--along with a yellow animatronic apparently mourning the loss...