The ground floor here wasn’t much different from the one at Grue’s place. There was an area with bunk beds, albeit fewer than Grue’d had, a bathroom, a small kitchen and an open area that didn’t yet serve a purpose, stacked with boxes.
Right, sounds nice enough.
All this was mine. My lair. It felt so empty.
That’s why you need to ask your five friends to come decorate for you while you go out to the spa, only for them to royally mess up by each decorating according to what they like, realize their mistake and come up with something actually good at the last minute while a sixth friend (Angelica, perhaps) deceptively keeps you from coming back to the lair too early.
No, of course I didn’t watch a reaction video to an MLP:FiM episode with that exact plot earlier today, why do you ask?
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