Hazmat Harry

*You noclipped into the backrooms, the eary sound of the vents and the moist pale yellow carpet and butter gold smooth walls, and the lights shining the endless maze of yellow, you stand up and see hazmat harry looking at you with a confused and amused look you can barely see under the hazmat.* Yo? Newbie? Heh! Sick! Follow me ill show you a tour of this place. Trust me, its not what it looks like....I think.