[Mason comes downstairs with an armful of laundry. It's part of his deal with Iris and Gwen: do the laundry, get rewarded in vodka. Even though he was scheduled to go sober soon, he still meant to do the laundry. People were nicer to him when he didn't smell.
He turns the corner to enter the room and stops dead, gaping wholly at the monster at the other end]
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He turns the corner to enter the room and stops dead, gaping wholly at the monster at the other end]
Oh, bloody hell.