“Aww…” Moaned Psycho. “I wanna be a nuisance!”

Greasy snapped, “You’re already a nuisance, Psycho!”

“Quiet, you mugs!” I hissed. “We gotta do this quietly. Let’s sneak up on him!”

I turned to Slimy/Repairman and smirked. “Get ready. Let’s see if they’re wheelchair accessible!” -Smartass

Sli–the Repairman scooted up to the door, more softly. He carefully tried to open the door, to find that it had been locked.

No matter. The Repairman had tools. Like a screwdriver to get the doorknob off.

After passing the door to a fellow weasel, he began to move his way in.

He could see that there was nothing on the first floor but a set of stairs. The floor was dusty, and the staircase looked like it had seen better days. The boards creaked under his wheelchair as he wheeled in, looking at the stairs in knowing dread.