You enter the woods near your apartment with a rent envelope. It’s not as attention-getting as a megaphone or as powerful as bear spray, but the envelope has Bigfoot’s address on it. You can go right to his office without dealing with side hijinx!
You pass through dark trees, then enter a clearing in the moonlight. In the distance, you see a thick tree with a painted sign on it:
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Ugh, what a horrible pun. That’s the same company name on the envelope. This must be Bigfoot’s office. But man, that pun. Woof.