A hustling theater impresario's attempt to save his theater ventures him north to Canada to hire an old man who has an extraordinary experience with being a stage manager. Unable to pay him train and plane tickets back to California, he agrees to br...
"Those freaking bugs have wandered my halls, have gone unchecked! They're trying to drag me back to being a possessed puppet! Don't let them take your cat-dragon! Purge them, one by one! Smash them into pieces! Kill them!" She screamed.
Wally was ambushed by the Oskie Bugs all at once.
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The brave Wally fought them off single-handedly with his pipe. They all broke into pieces and spewed yellow and green fluids onto the floor. Now all was quiet. All was silent.
"So quiet. Like a welcoming grave. I like the silence, don't you? I hate leaving work unfinished! Fortunately, I have you to pick up the pieces. But you'll have to go even deeper. Down, down, down, into the abyss. Take the lift down. Say hello to an old friend. Sending you a little present. A little firepower. Take good care of it. It belonged to someone very special."
She sent him what looked to be a tommy gun.
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Wally was confused, given the fact that he never operated a gun before. When he reached out to grab it, it got sucked into the vacuum under it before he could grab it.
"Oops. I forgot. It's a little hard to get a hold of. Oh well. Better luck next time." She taunted.
Wally shook his head at being played like that, but he pressed on to do what he was told. Entering the elevator, he descended down to Level 14. The bottom level.
