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Eleven Mostly-Functional Adults
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Marv panicked and yelled, "WE'RE THE NIGHT CLEANING CREW!" while holding a crayon placemat. The rattling stopped. A confused voice came through the door. "There's eleven of you? For one restaurant?" Marv looked around at us. "...We're very thorough," he called back.
The door opened and the guard handed Marv an actual mop. "Great, the lobby's filthy. Start there." He walked off whistling. Marv stood holding the mop while ten friends slowly turned to look at him. "So," said Lola. "We're a cleaning crew now." And honestly, we did a great job.
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