Uh... room service?

Making my way to the seventh floor, I trek down the hall to room 777.

I haven't really come up with a plan to deal with this, or even how to get permission to enter; guess I'll go with ol' reliable.

Knocking on the door,

...

I don't get a response.

I knock once more, this time twice as hard.

...

Still not-

Suddenly there's a muffled sound through the door. "The hell do you want?"

"Uh... room service?"

Theres a groan, before I hear countless locks unlatch and click.

The door opens and...

holy shit...

She really is built like the pills bury doughboy.