From under the bed, you see a pair of feet enter the room.
"Phaw, Jesus!" says Pam. "It smells like Brad in here. I gotta get that stupid diary out of here."
Pam sits down on her bed, increasing the pressure on your body.
"I'm beginning to wonder whether fifty dollars is worth holding on to this thing at all," mutters Pam. "...Merv better have that money."
Merv? Paying off Pam to steal your secret personal diary? What's going on here?
"Damn, it stinks in here," remarks Pam.