Oh no, you just broke a window
You didn’t mean to do it. But you did it. And now there’s a spooky noise coming from inside the house. You’re terrified but you can’t just run away without looking. You inch slowly toward the shattered glass, peer into the living room, and see
something strange, you cant quite tell what it is. You inch closer, carefully stepping through the window, only to trip on a
piece of glass from the window you just shattered. You fall to the ground, hard, and suddenly all is black. Moments later, or maybe hours, you come to. You open your eyes, and mere inches in front of your face is a
-nother piece of glass. From the window you broke, you dingus. What did you expect? You’re lucky your face isn’t all cut up from the broken glass. As you’re getting ready to get up, you hear
more glass, you idiot. There’s glass everywhere. Literally everywhere. You’ve gone and done it this time. However, you turn around and feel
a broom. You pick it up, then turn back to the broken glass. You sweep the shards into a tidy pile. Now all you need to finish the job is a
dusting pan. You turn to reach for it but something jumps out at you. It’s a
