"Whoa", Sara remarked. "Some of this shit is really weird. Tim, where did you get this place from again?"

He snorted. "I dunno, some dude online. Why the hell does that matter now?!" He was suddenly angry. This made Sara get angry. "What the hell, Tim?! What is seriously your problem?! Tonight , you've just been acting like a jerk!" Tim laughed and chose to ignore her. Sara accepted his retrieval, but there was an aura of conflict circulating around the room. The group began playing with the different unique objects scattered around the room. There were so many of them. Luke picked up a surgical knife and a pair of sterilized, perfectly clean scissors. They were the cleanest objects he'd ever seen, and they contrasted with the rest of the room, which was all dirty and dusty. He clipped the air a few times with the scissors, and then put them down. He pretended to use the knife as a machete, cutting through imaginary jungle vines, and then drove it into the table. This shocked everyone enough to make them stop playing with the objects and realise they'd been down in the basement longer than they had wanted to be.