chuckles: "use the BROTTKNOCKER on various doors and see what works"

Dawn Of a New Day: "Wait, didn't Paul just eat windex? Isn't he gonna die or something now?"

You begin trying your BROTTKNOCKER on all the doors in the room. The MEAT SLOT does not give, though it'd be kinda pointless anyways.

The ELEVATOR still does not open. Kind of expected.

You slooooowly slide your BIONIC BROTTKNOCKER against the BEDROOM door, and...

IT OPENED. It's been 10 years. Time to finally see what's inside. You guess the only way the BROTTKNOCKER worked is if a huge weenie lived there before you, let's g-

Is that a pony.

Holding this doll in your hands... it makes you feel something. Something deep inside of you, it makes you want to...

"BLAUGH", you blaugh, as you vomit. You guess that windex didn't sit well in your stomach, despite spitting most of it out.