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[The absolutely amazing Larry Butz is going to the movies by himself on a Saturday night because all his friends are too busy being lawyers to join him. He opens the door to the familiar theater and steps inside, only to find...

...what? This isn't the theater at all... He looks around in confusion, trying to place his location. He turns to go back through the door he came in, thinking he must have went inside the wrong building (it wouldn't be the first time). He yanks on the doorknob and found not the city street he had come from, but instead a closet that seemed to be full of cleaning supplies.]

Uh...

[He shuts the door. Opens it again. Same thing. Tries it a few more times. Still nothing. Just a whole lot of brooms and mops and buckets. He blinks at the cleaning supplies in utter confusion, then closes the door one last time and turns around to get a better idea of his surroundings. After several moments he finally has some idea... It certainly took him long enough.]

It... it looks like a hotel...

[He furrows his brow in further confusion.] How did I get here to begin with? I was going to the movies...

Um... Hello? Is there anyone here?

[Waiting for a response, he ponders where to go or what he should do. The city outside the windows seems unfamiliar, and as he lingers there he is beginning to feel a sense of panic.]

What if I never get to see my friends again? What did I do to deserve this? I hope someone comes soon...