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<blockquote data-quote="Cowpie Zombie" data-source="post: 1448869" data-attributes="member: 17102">The door snaps off the hinges without much difficulty.&nbsp; The office inside is small and dingy, containing a battered old roll-top desk, various empty beer cans and half-full coffee cups, and an ashtray full of crushed-out butts. A fire axe is mounted on one wall; on the opposite wall is a mounted wolf's head taken from an animal that was obviously diseased, undernourished, or both.The room stinks of urine and another scent, hard to identify, but somehow more disturbing, almost alien in its strangeness.There are no windows in this wretched space; a small, narrow door on the far wall is the only apparent exit.&nbsp; Carved into the wood of this door in harsh, jagged strokes: CELLAR.At that moment, you hear a pounding on the bar's heavy front door: BAM BAM BAM.&nbsp; From the other side, barely audible through the storm outside, a voice yells out: &quot;This is the British army! We are coming inside! You are being detained! Step away from the door!&quot;At that you can hear more voices outside, talking excitedly, some yelling.&nbsp; The pounding intensifies.&quot;We're being rescued,&quot; Jimmy Barnes calls out, leaning back in his chair, sipping his beer.&nbsp; Impossible to tell if he's being ironic.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Cowpie Zombie, post: 1448869, member: 17102"] The door snaps off the hinges without much difficulty. The office inside is small and dingy, containing a battered old roll-top desk, various empty beer cans and half-full coffee cups, and an ashtray full of crushed-out butts. A fire axe is mounted on one wall; on the opposite wall is a mounted wolf's head taken from an animal that was obviously diseased, undernourished, or both. The room stinks of urine and another scent, hard to identify, but somehow more disturbing, almost alien in its strangeness. There are no windows in this wretched space; a small, narrow door on the far wall is the only apparent exit. Carved into the wood of this door in harsh, jagged strokes: CELLAR. At that moment, you hear a pounding on the bar's heavy front door: BAM BAM BAM. From the other side, barely audible through the storm outside, a voice yells out: "This is the British army! We are coming inside! You are being detained! Step away from the door!" At that you can hear more voices outside, talking excitedly, some yelling. The pounding intensifies. "We're being rescued," Jimmy Barnes calls out, leaning back in his chair, sipping his beer. Impossible to tell if he's being ironic. [/QUOTE]

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