Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20150909070407/@comment-25035274-20150914135343

I ask her to excuse me a moment, then close the door in as inoffensive and respectful a manner as possible. I then sloooowly back into the kitchen, then tip-toe to the rear exit. As I start to open the door, I look back over my shoulder to make sure the Hellhound isn't coming in behind me.

Still looking behind myself, I start to step out the door, when suddenly... *WHUMP!* I bump into a mostly hard surface except for my head, which is inexplicably surrounded by dark softness.

"Heh. Gettin' a little forward there aren't we, Short Stack?"

Fuck.