Mulligan looked around the dark room. It was cold, but he couldn’t feel it through his suit. He knew there was ice cream in here he just needed to find it. He rummaged through box of beer after box of beer. If he had been able to read, this would've been going a lot faster. He was not loving his new meds, but he was determined to find the ice cream if he had to open every box in this room. And when he did find it, it had better be trimple-mintz fudge. He opened another box. Beer, fuck. This was going to take a while. Maybe he would have better luck looking under the kegs. That’s where he would hide the ice cream. No one would think to look there. Nope, he needed to do this methodically. One shelf at a time. If he started jumping around, he would for sure skip over the section hiding his treasure.

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