Looking around the area I am situated, I see neither toilet nor window. Assuming this place is built for vampires, that would be logical. Do I even need to go to the bathroom? All blood diet probably doesn't leave a lot of waste. Even if I wasn't vulnerable to sunlight, it would probably be a bad idea to have a bunch of open windows when everyone runs around armed to the teeth. But seriously though, do vampires ever have to go to the bathroom? Like ever?
I spent so much time thinking about pointless things that the phone beeps twice, signaling the explosion is immanent! I might as well follow the urge I have. I slam the phone back into the box and kick it down the hallway towards the door I stole it from. It explodes, right in front of it, with the power of a small firework, making a lot of noise and a brief flash of light. Styrofoam fell like snow, as the explosion set off the second phone's explosives. Soon the hallway was filled with falling Styrofoam and smoke.
There is a slight pause as the Styrofoam starts to settle. Then the door bursts open.
Standing in the doorway is a young lady with light blue hair going down just past her chin. She is wearing a French Maid outfit, with enough frills to conquer a small country. And that is a lot of frills. She gazes sleepily at the mess for a few moments, before closing the door calmly. Immediately afterwords, she slams the door open again, her gaze transformed into that of a demon.
"WHO DID THIS!" She screams at the top of her lungs, with a high-pitched anime like voice louder then the two explosions. She looks around for a few seconds, her purple eyes finally coming into contact with my own. With a look of pure hate, she reached inside the frills on either side of her dress and pulled out two Taurus Raging Bull .223 rifle caliber revolvers, one in each hand. She prepares to fire Macedonian style, locking her thumbs into a V.
"YOU MONSTER! I AM ON CLEANING DETAIL TODAY"