[ A room! With white doors inlaid with gold gilt decorations. One of said doors is slightly ajar, revealing an office...awash in paper. Ankle-deep, covering the carpet. Overflowing over the hardwood desk whence just fell a heavy chess set into the paper ocean.
And over which lords the master of the house, propping herself up on her arms, breathing heavily. ]
Again......
[ She snatches up a fountain pen. ] This time! This time, for sure, the script won't star her!!!
[ You appear to have discovered a genius (tm) at work. ]
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And over which lords the master of the house, propping herself up on her arms, breathing heavily. ]
Again......
[ She snatches up a fountain pen. ] This time! This time, for sure, the script won't star her!!!
[ You appear to have discovered a genius (tm) at work. ]