You roll yourself to the front door and get ye mail like ye badass ye be.
Ye presume ye be talking like a pirate because we be doing something piratey.
You stop that nonsense and take the lift hidden in the waterfall up.
You wonder how your friend knew the mail was here, but you trust him enough to not consider the possibility that he is a drleranged stalker with a crush that would make out with your coWOW that thought went dark fast!
Pushing the dark thoughts to the back of your head like you pushed that button to the lift, you wheel yourself back to your room.
