Record Store

You walk into the record store and browse a bit first. The clerks, being stereotypical record-store snobs, immediately begin to criticize your taste in music. They actually have the gall to insult you for trying to purchase a Chumbawamba album. An argument ensues as you point out that their establishment is the one selling the album in the first place. But that doesn’t even matter, because some ninja guys comes flipping in out of nowhere, grabs some old records, and begins throwing them all over the store. It’s pretty weird for a ninja to randomly bust into a store like this and do something like that, but I needed another way for you to die. One of the records finds the perfect trajectory to slice your head off. Dead.

Go all the way back to where you began.

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