[ York ports into the middle of the kitchen, steaming box of pizza in one hand, sixpack of beer in the other, one foot on the tile and one...sunk through the floor. God. Damn. It. Why does this keep happening-
Wait.
He freezes, tugging on the sunken foot and looks up at that green thing. What. ]
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[ York ports into the middle of the kitchen, steaming box of pizza in one hand, sixpack of beer in the other, one foot on the tile and one...sunk through the floor. God. Damn. It. Why does this keep happening-
Wait.
He freezes, tugging on the sunken foot and looks up at that green thing. What. ]
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