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Remember: everything Faust says is made up.
*faust sat in his office located in his interdimensional hospital, head in his hands as his mind strains on what to do. he sighs, humming in a defeated and exhausted tone. he stood up, deciding that he would go find someone that may need his help. reaching for the paper bag that rests on his desk he places it on his head, fixing it around so that his eye lined up with the eyehole in the paper bag. walking out of his room, he began to make his way to the door, reaching a hand out to grasp the door handle he turns, the door opening in the middle of a street. upon leaving the door and closing it the door seemingly vanishes into thin air*
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