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All with a glance, you tell the Rolling Head that now is not the time for argument and that he should wait to plan something sneakier later. The Rolling Head doesn't want to listen, but he takes a few deep breaths to cool down. Apparently, the rush of moldy HQ air into his nasal and throat passageways brings about a harsh coughing and sneezing fit. Once you're all inside, the thing runs off to the other room to get a glass of water to soothe the Rolling Head's troubles.
  1. Is that a pile of protest posters in the corner?
  2. Those cement blocks seem out of place.
  3. Beg the Rolling Head to take a cement block and smash your head in now lest you have to hear any more of his horrific coughing.