Inside a skate park. Leads to a secret Illuminati base. We have drill there.
Top says we can't lose our I.D's. I lose mine.
I try for hours to get back in.
Hajnal can get in. Finally, a security guard, my friend, lets me in.
I go to meet everyone to watch a power point biefing.
There are elephants in the room.
When I leave, it's through a water slide.
I post when I post.
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