>You angrily mutter some UNGENTLEMANLY THINGS to yourself and note that there only appear to be three floors.
>You begin to suspect that all of the doors lead to elevators that just go to more useless locations (or nowhere), and the thought makes you DISPROPORTIONATELY INFURIATED. You stomp toward the ENTRANCE YOU ORIGINALLY CAME FROM. Maybe you'll go back to the CIRCULATION DESK and push the SUSPICIOUS BUTTON.
>You don't even care. You just wanted to stay in the ACTUAL TOWN, rather than a MAZE. The only good thing to come out of this situation so far is your beloved PAPERCLIP ASSISTANT. Blowing something up might be a THERAPEUTIC ACTIVITY.
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>You begin to suspect that all of the doors lead to elevators that just go to more useless locations (or nowhere), and the thought makes you DISPROPORTIONATELY INFURIATED. You stomp toward the ENTRANCE YOU ORIGINALLY CAME FROM. Maybe you'll go back to the CIRCULATION DESK and push the SUSPICIOUS BUTTON.
>You don't even care. You just wanted to stay in the ACTUAL TOWN, rather than a MAZE. The only good thing to come out of this situation so far is your beloved PAPERCLIP ASSISTANT. Blowing something up might be a THERAPEUTIC ACTIVITY.