Extreme slapstick at the front counter as the key rack falls and the concierge puts his foot in a bucket and the bellboy tumbles backwards down the stairs and the luggage flys and briefcases burst open and classified documents get mixed up with office work and the mafioso can’t find his bag of heads and the diplomat faints buttfirst into elk antlers and knocks over a kerosene lamp and the Navajo rug catches on fire as does a cravat and all the dishes and ceramic bowls and flower pots in the world crash into mirrors and the hewn wood posts yell “timber” as a ghost shakes its chain.
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