"Well we called the guy at the front desk Darryl," MacCready said, glaring a little at Mr. Fluffy Towels as they walked in the foyer. "I kinda feel like it's all his fault, but you're not getting any decent information out of him or anyone else who works here."

He rolled his shoulders in a lazy shrug, finally letting himself relax a little once the doors were shut behind him. "Either him or like some super powered five year old or some crap." No sane adult would make these kind of decorating choices. Shit, he was pretty sure no insane adult would make those choices.