[He steps up to the free space in front of the door, pressing one shoulder and the opposite hand against it. He begins to count down.]
1...2...3! [He braces his legs and shoves as hard against the door as he can as the other two follow suit. Whatever it is he was expecting, hoping for, it doesn't happen. The door doesn't budge an inch. And just like that, he's out of ideas.]
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1...2...3! [He braces his legs and shoves as hard against the door as he can as the other two follow suit. Whatever it is he was expecting, hoping for, it doesn't happen. The door doesn't budge an inch. And just like that, he's out of ideas.]
Looks like our road ends here.