Well. As long as we're terrified together, I guess. We can set up a souvenir shop for visitors. Maybe sell some dumb t-shirts. A few snowglobes with our deepest darkest fears locked inside, for the kids to pick up and shake, y'know? We can hire a bored teen to man the register and they'll do like less than the bare minimum of the work required, and no one will fuckin' blame them because who the fuck wants to work at the Strider Inc Gift Shop? No one, that's who.

[ certainly not an underpaid teenager. ]