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The inner courtyard appears to have no entrances. Every window looking out into it, oddly enough, has some manner of high-speed, gatling-styled tennis ball launcher in it. Towards the top, there's a balcony with no doors leading into the building. Somehow, James has managed to be standing on it.
In the courtyard itself, a large group of World of Warcraft gnomes have appeared. Completely unclothed, they've formed a line, and have all begun making train-like motions, while singing Ozzy Osbourne's "Crazy Train" at the tops of their lungs.
While this is going on, James is throwing taunts down at them, with a horribly faked French accent. "I clean my sinuses in your general direction!"
In the courtyard itself, a large group of World of Warcraft gnomes have appeared. Completely unclothed, they've formed a line, and have all begun making train-like motions, while singing Ozzy Osbourne's "Crazy Train" at the tops of their lungs.
While this is going on, James is throwing taunts down at them, with a horribly faked French accent. "I clean my sinuses in your general direction!"
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