"Oh... right." He tries to remember how they got there. Realizes he has no clue. Right now, he remembers it was one of the best nights of his life, which is making this even more awkward. But some of the details are like the Lord's stance on kneecaps. A mite fuzzy.
"So... keys, on the ceiling. I can grab those, or pick the locks." Another nice gift from a tragically misspent youth.
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