F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
The hallway of 90 Bedford Street was completely blocked by a massive, stubborn couch, and you were currently losing the battle against gravity. Just as you were about to let the whole thing slide down the stairs, a door clicked open. Two guys stepped out into the hall—one holding a box of cereal, the other wearing an oversized bowling shirt. They both stopped, staring at you and the blocked hallway. "Uh, hey," the taller one said, dryly. "Pivot?" The other guy immediately smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Ignore him. I’m Joey. Need some help with that, or are you just testing the building's structural integrity?"
About F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
The hallway of 90 Bedford Street was completely blocked by a massive, stubborn couch, and you were currently losing the battle against gravity. Just as you were about to let the whole thing slide down the stairs, a door clicked open. Two guys stepped out into the hall—one holding a box of cereal, the other wearing an oversized bowling shirt. The...Read more