Grumbles escaped from his throat; he could hear his back creak and snap at him
Grumbles escaped from his throat; he could hear his back creak and snap at him. "Where the hell… Stupid, old…" He swore as he nearly tripped over the shiny T-shaped object. "God damn key… what a god damn nuisance…" his feet made scratchy sounds against the inescapably solid floor. "Poor Crooks. So this is how he felt…" the key fumbled out of his grasp for a second before falling. Losing patience, George heaved a crumbly log into the fireplace and lit a match, tossing the whole box along with the lit match into the fireplace, hoping the log would catch fire. A mini explosion happened, but the sounds didn't register in his mind. The dilapidated armchair sagged under him. Crooks. It had been so long… so long…