Count Olaf: "Now, you are to wash the dishes, polish the silver, and... rinse out all the wine bottles for recycling. And then you are to go straight to your beds." Count Olaf said, his words slurred, as he was tipsy from how much wine he had. Klaus, inable to hold in his rage, snaps. Klaus: "You mean bed?! You've only provided us with one bed." Count Olaf strikes Klaus across the cheek, knocking him to the ground. He soffs coldly, and walks out, slamming the door behind him.
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