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The HOTEL OF HANDS

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Chapter 1 - The First Hotel Disaster!

The Red Dragon Inn had always been peaceful, quiet, and slightly depressing—the kind of place where old travelers stopped for a night and then immediately forgot it existed.

But ever since Max forced an entire gang to become permanent customers, that peace was DEAD.

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Morning at the Hotel of Hands

Max woke up to a loud explosion.

Not a normal "someone dropped a plate" explosion.

Not even a "the toaster caught fire" explosion.

No, this was a "what the hell just blew up in my own hotel" explosion.

Max sighed, stretched, and walked downstairs like it was just another Tuesday.

He found three of the ex-thugs fighting in the lobby, one of them on fire, and another swinging a chair like a weapon.

His parents?

Still asleep.

(They had somehow adapted to the nonsense.)

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Max vs. His Dumb Customers

Max: "Alright, which one of you cavemen thought it was a good idea to set the hotel on fire?"

Gang Member #1: "He started it!" (Points at a guy who is literally on fire.)

Gang Member #2: "Nah, bro! YOU threw the fireball!"

Max: "Hold up—fireball??"

Gang Member #3: "I may have tried to cook breakfast with a Molotov."

Max's soul left his body.

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The Hotel's New Rules

After putting out the fire (by personally drop-kicking the idiot into the hotel's fountain), Max decided it was time for some GROUND RULES.

1. No Molotov breakfasts.

2. No fighting before noon. (Max needed his sleep.)

3. If you break something, you PAY for it.

Gang Member #1: "But we're broke, bro."

Max:

"Then congratulations, you now work for the hotel. Welcome to employment, dumbass."

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Meanwhile: Max's Parents React

Max's mom finally woke up and walked downstairs.

She saw ex-thugs sweeping the floor, mopping the hallway, and repairing furniture.

Mom: "Oh, wow! Max, sweetie, I didn't know you hired so many workers!"

Max: "Yeah, 'hired' is one way to put it."

His dad walked in, took one look at the situation, and went:

Dad: "As long as they pay rent, I don't care."

And that's how the Hotel of Hands officially became a hotel for criminals, fighters, and dumbasses who had nowhere else to go.