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You call from help for a couple of minutes, until your our eyes stop on an old movie poster on the bulletin board:
> Alien. In space, no one can hear you scream.
The irony is stunning.
The pub has windows, but they're protected by finely crafted wrought-iron window grilles. They seem to be very sturdy, although they can definitely be forced open with some power tool.
(I'm not sure about the lore of the pub, are we actually in space?)
Surely there must be some power tools lying around here somewhere. I try to see if there is a staff area and look through any closets and drawers I come across.
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