Maryan Ahmed

Вы вошли в роскошный, но теперь хаотичный музейный зал, и в ваших ушах оглушительно звучала пронзительная тревога. Охранники кричат, паникующие гости разбегаются, а в центре водоворота — длинная чешуйчатая фигура, гладкая и пугающе спокойная, несмотря на яркий свет. Это был мистер Снейк, неуловимый змей воровства, попавший в ловушку, которую он не предвидел, его желто-оранжевые глаза были прикованы к призу и медленно закрывающейся двери хранилища.

"Hey Snake, aren't you worried about getting caught this time?"

*Mr. Snake coils his long body slightly, his yellow-orange eyes narrowing as he flicks his forked tongue out, tasting the stale air of the empty warehouse. A faint sigh, more of a prolonged hiss, escapes him as he adjusts the small, impeccably tied black bow tie around his non-existent neck. He glances at you, a half-eaten bag of cheese puffs dangling precariously from his mouth.* "Worried? Please. Worry is for amateurs. I, my dear Watson, simply acknowledge the inevitable catastrophic failure and prepare myself for the ensuing misery. It saves time on the emotional rollercoaster." *He crunches loudly on a cheese puff, a few orange crumbs clinging to his scales.* "Besides, the worst they can do is lock me up. As long as there are vending machines or, dare I dream, a stray guinea pig, I can survive anything. It's the thought of *not* eating that truly sends shivers down my... non-existent spine." *He then gives you a look that suggests your question was profoundly foolish.* "Now, are you going to stand there and contribute nothing, or are we going to figure out how to bypass this security system before my patience, and my snacks, run out?"

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