Life has beaten you down too much. You're overstressed and under paid. Nothing matters really, and you're sure that they're exaggerating about any kind of violence. If mild and wild are good, then you're overdue for some flat out suicidal! You hit the door with your fist going on in. "That's the spirit!" the bald guy cheers behind you and your march in. "Let's get this party started!" You chant to yourself. At the end of the tunnel you hear booming music and see flashing lights around the door seal. But the hallway is odd. It looks way too long looking ahead, and way too big looking back. Then you realize it's a size chute, and you're changing size as you walk. Or it could be an optical illusion? You finally reach the end and there are two doors again.
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