On a corner lit by a flickering street lamp, an old run down nightclub stood at a peculiar angle, awaiting the safety inspectors that would inevitably order it's long anticipated death. Inside the club was a slightly diseased but cozy atmosphere, and more importantly, a couple of old arcade machines stuffed against a wall. The club was deserted by this hour of the morning, save for one BarfQuestion that had somehow managed to stuff itself into the pinball machine, where it dozed peacefully. As a siren wailed past on the street outside, the BarfQuestion startled awake and quickly remembered the purpose for which it had covertly stuffed itself into this hiding place. Hastily exiting from one of the coin slots, it went to work.

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