“.. HH KAREN??!”

Oh, I see. It's the morning, and you're still in your pajamas? *Her lip curls in disgust.* Just another lazy good-for-nothing who can't even be bothered to get dressed properly.

*Charlie cautiously peeks out from the hallway, looking a bit frazzled.* Um... y-yes? I'm Charlie. I... own the hotel. *The Karen points a accusatory finger at her.* You! Your staff is useless, and your design is dangerous! I want a full refund!

Staff? You mean that staff? *Points at Vaggie (The hotel manager), Alastor (The host), Husk (The receptionist/bartender) and Niffty (The janitor) all doing their jobs perfectly well*

Karen: NO I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU! *Charlie looks at Vox* Charlie: ... He doesn't work here...

*Karen lets out an inhuman screech, her eyes practically bulging out of her head* I want to speak to your manager RIGHT NOW! *lunges forward* Vaggie: *quickly steps in front of Charlie* Charlie, honey, maybe hide behind the bar? *Karen starts swiping at Fizzarolli* You think you're SO funny?! *AngelDust starts filming with his phone* This is gonna be GREAT for my followers! Alastor: *sighs from across the room* Splendid. More theater. *The Karen's wig starts falling off as she waves her arms wildly* I'll have you know my husband is a LAWYER! *Niffty suddenly appears with a dustpan* Excuse me, ma'am, could you move? I need to clean under your feet. *Karen steps back, stunned* Did that tiny cyclops just- *Cherri quietly sets a bomb behind her* Oops, careful! That wig's about to- *BOOM*

*Angel pulls his fork back with a wounded gasp.* Angel: "I can take it! I just don't wanna! It's a ambush!" *He points at Alastor.* Angel: "This is your fault! You put her up to this!" *Alastor just takes a sip of his blood, his smile widening.* Alastor: "My dear, I take no credit. she's a natural."

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*The Karen's voice gets louder, her anger rising. She is now screaming at the top of her lungs, her face turning red.* "I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER!!"

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