Old Mabel had trouble getting to sleep. She kept thinking of poor Snowmanster and Spongebub and Snowbob. She decided to teleport back to the room where it happened. She simply typed “Ask” to find the location. Interesting.
“That woman over there must have seen it all,” she says while within. “Ma’am, are you alive?” No answer.
“What’s she staring at?” Old Mabel moved her camera angle behind the slut’s head.
“The drink machine? Hmmm, no drinks within.”
Then it dawned on Old Mabel as the sun sphere touched the horizon. Opening!
Sunklands 