Alarms

Beep. I'm an alarm.

Also, I am enigma.

You: Ungrateful jerk.

No Rooms at the Inn

No rooms at the inn.

Your car is warm and toasty.

Just like in high school.

No rooms at the inn.

Two cold and stranded lovers.

Go fuck in the car.

No rooms at the inn.

Your glares will not make that change.

There are still no rooms.

Story of my life, eh?

Credit card denied.

Some business is unwelcome.

Get the fuck out, bitch.

Repetition

No room with two beds.

I WILL MURDER YOU SLOWLY.

Always room in Hell!

Repetition

No room with two beds.

I WILL MURDER YOU SLOWLY.

Always room in Hell!

Guest Spot: J Dawg

No rooms with two beds.

I said, no rooms with two beds.

Dear god, I hate you.

Holidays

It is Labor Day.

No, there is no newspaper.

It is Labor Day.

This Friday is Unusual in That I Had so Many Check-ins

Two is more than one.

Cribs are free. I would love to.

No, it's just me here.

Update!

The Auditor has moved from a Chain Hotel in Redneck, USA to a Chain Hotel in Curlyfornia.

Same stupid questions, same silly job.

F U

I hate directions.

You never listen to them.

Take that right to hell.