"Well at least it isn't Gilligan's Island," quipped Jim as he led his buxom slavegirl to the door. Maybe they at least had an aspirin.
Opening the door, Jim briefly wished he was the mad scientist version over in that other branch of the story, but no he had to make due with being plain ordinary Jim.
Some Jims, thought Jim, got all the luck.
"Master," said his slavegirl Sharon, "where is all that spooky organ music coming from."
"Somewhere in Bach," punned Jim. "Honestly, it's simply a genre bit of atmosphere."
"Oh." Sharon nodded, trusting that her Master wasn't a complete idiot.
Jim pondered. "So, let's see Spooky Old Mansion, so we should..."
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