Garrot was a man with 1-in-a-million luck! That's just how this came to pass, obviously! Nothing was out of the ordinary here, and the cases were totally legitimate and fair in every way.
"Well then, dear contestant..." They suddenly stand up straight, their toothy smile vanishing behind this horrible ear-to-ear grin.
"You have a phone call."
And as they say it, all the lights go out. All that's left is Garrot standing under a spotlight, surrounded by darkness, without even the slightest whispers of an audience watching. Seconds of silence pass before there's the distinctive sound of three light switches being flipped. Three more spotlights come on, forming a square where each corner is a spotlight. To Garrot's left is his case, case 13. To his right is case 12, the final case. Ahead of him is an old rotary phone, and it stays silent until the moment he takes even a single step in any direction.
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"Well then, dear contestant..." They suddenly stand up straight, their toothy smile vanishing behind this horrible ear-to-ear grin.
"You have a phone call."
And as they say it, all the lights go out. All that's left is Garrot standing under a spotlight, surrounded by darkness, without even the slightest whispers of an audience watching. Seconds of silence pass before there's the distinctive sound of three light switches being flipped. Three more spotlights come on, forming a square where each corner is a spotlight. To Garrot's left is his case, case 13. To his right is case 12, the final case. Ahead of him is an old rotary phone, and it stays silent until the moment he takes even a single step in any direction.
And then it rings.