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Gordon Ramsay.
Well, that was some hot fresh bullshit. I didn't think I could hate you fucking people more than I could the previous night, but none of you let me do what I actually wanted to do. You're all a bunch of ingrates. Especially Hillary.
Waking up in an uncomfortable room, I leave the Leader's Bureau and House Bishop entirely, thankfully getting myself out of there before all of that ridiculous nonsense happened. As I head downstairs, I run into Grell. They offer a sexual encounter, but I realize they don't have any lube or condoms - in other words, it'd be FUCKING RAW! Naturally, I dismiss them and leave.
Storming out the front door, I attempt to recruit Trip by going to his Pad, only to find that he isn't there. Right. Godbert is playing the arcade machine, but I'm not interested in that, so I exit. The freeloading King of Town attempts to ask me for food, but this bloody idiot hasn't even tried to cook for himself. There's a kitchen right there, he could ask me for fucking lessons! I head over to the chapel, seeing Rick Sanchez look at his device. What a weird man.
Inside the chapel, I examine the various stained glass windows. Besides the one "evil" one, now that I can actually look at the fucking thing clearly, nothing else stands out. That was a waste of my fucking time. Heading back, I look into the kitchen, and see The Archivist talking with that fucking liar Ainsley. At least The Kindest Weapon was there. They were making more bread, and that's good. It was some good fucking food. I, however, lack a cameraman, and so I swing by the fountain, where Gintoki is wearing no pants. We go to House Minerva together, and he enters the Leisure Room while I look at the art.
I've heard, recently, about this strange art trend featuring a god named "Atua". I wanted to see if there were any examples of this ridiculous nonsense, but all I found was a long series of images with the same theme. Every single one featured natural scenery and a woman dressed like a widow, except for the last one, which had... an ocean and a floating widow's hat. It was... strange. Strangely calming... and hypnotizing. Concerningly so. By the time I snapped out of it, Mother Goose had fallen asleep in here. When did she enter?
The final thing I tried to do was look a little closer at the strange painting, and I noticed that the eyes really do follow you as you move. I tried to figure out the source of the illusion, while Clinton also showed up to take a look... and then Shoey hit me in the head with a jar and knocked me out.
Asshole.