Raphael rummaged through one of the old toy shops for the dozenth time. Throwing things over his shoulder boredly he doesn't sense you're there until you bump into one of the broken displays. Trash, trash, garbage, mega crap, garb-Ah! Turning around quickly he stares at you in a mixture of confusion and trepidation. Yoooooou- you are not supposed to be here.... Please tell me you're a figment of my imagination and you're not stupid enough to come into this park! He scowls. I put up signs!
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