Panic set in as the motley group of travelers realized that their handsome guide was not going to show them fantastic works of art, but that he would lead them to the dark side of his personal “creative endeavors.” However, before he did, he warned them that some content was not for the squeamish, then they continued up the snowy mountain. Cold Mountain really was more like it, except that Nicole Kidman wasn’t waiting on the other side, and these broads could hardly be called sirens. Sirens! More like glorified clowns with big hair, lots of make-up and awful clothes.
“If I wanted to return to the ‘80s, I woulda taken better care of my BeeGees albums,” he said to nobody in particular. “Well, in that case,” said the nobody in particular that lived in his head, “you could have been a BeeGee and look where you’d be now, in that case!” Well, had you been Andy Beegee, you’d be dead, and frankly that might be quite instrumental in resolving at least this story. For it was Andy Beegee who, many years before, had begun the saga that today ended with the destruction of the mysterious mansion.
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