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[knux400]

75-(467)-832537: i can give you cheat codes for space war
helps one sort the thoughts

Don't be rude, don't be rude, don't be rude...

(776)-832867: uhhh maybe later? not really interested in video games rn

(545)-406678: idk dude, its late, I've forgotten more imporrtant stuff then that before. you better just get a move on. wait a second, *does* space war have cheat codes? lemme look that up real quick

oh my fucking god.

(545)-406678: ok... doesn't look like the original had any cheat codes since its like. one of the first videos games ever, and if its running on a dumb phone it either doesn't have any secrets or it'd be too obscure to have any easily findable documentation. 75-(467)-832537, I'm calling you out. 

Alright, fuck it. If these lizards are going to go off on random-ass tangents instead of being actually helpful, I'm going to go ahead and give them a piece of my mi-

(546)-425630: Check out the PHRM. See if there's any workers there.

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I mash the backspace button, erasing my totally awesome comeback, before replying.

(776)-832867: heading to pharmacy now.

I head back into the hallway and open the door labeled "PHRM".

Again, it's completely barren. There's a few chairs in here, as well as some little stand-y rope-y things to indicate where people should be waiting in line. There's one of those rolling-letter displays up top, presumably to put people's names up when they're being served, but I can only guess since it's blank right now. There's shelves full of various drug store goods- cough syrup, cold medicine, band-aids, things like that. There's a large counter at the far end of the room, with a plexiglass wall blocking the entire thing from being climbed over. Looking around, there's no other way into the back area that I can see.

Behind the counter are more shelves full of bottles with labels I can't read from here, presumably the prescription stuff. There's large empty spots in some of the shelves, and a few of the bottles look misplaced. Approaching the counter and standing on my tiptoes, I can just barely make out some stray pills and empty bottles on the floor. After that, there's a corner and I can't see anything else. There's muffled noises coming from around the corner.

No exits in this room aside from the door I came through.