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September 15, 2008 | by  | in Opinion |
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Dude, what’s with Kirk building?

Hey guys, what’s up with New Kirk? It has ground-level access on FOUR FLOORS. This is too many floors. In fact, it is three too many floors.

Take your parents’ house, for example. How many floors does it have ground level access on? One? Oh, true. What about your flat now? One? How ‘bout that.

Kirk: You have too many ground level access points. Also, you are built on the side of a steep hill. This may or may not be related.

ALSO, after hours, only some of the doors lock. This actually happens in other buildings also, but meh. And it is totally possible to be stuck, so that it is impossible to get out. This is not cool.

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