05/01/2013, 11:57 PM #396 Mima's Antique Shop-Japan
Mima had made her decision. She was going to leave Tokyo. It was too dangerous here, with these Neo-Yakuza, and not to mention the many incidents from the characters around here. She pulled out a bag, magically enchanted as a portal to a small pocket dimension. It was simple magic, for her at least, but for other magicians it would be devilishly complicated magic. She put pretty much everything in the bag, even furniture, since the pocket dimension's size was quite large. If she wanted to, she could fit an entire island into that bag and still have some breathing room. She then looked one last time at the humble store, now completely empty, and putting the bag on her side, she set off for greener pastures.
The Inventory-Somewhere in New York
The game had gone on for an hour, and everyone, even GLaDOs, to a certain extent were amazed at how long this was going on for. Barney had since been busted out, but drank and watched from the sidelines. Lonestar had finally left, leaving everyone to a much better smelling room, thanks to GLaDOs. The Heavy still watched from the back, munching on a Sandvich, while Foster and Marisa duked it out at the table.
"Marisa wins...again." GLaDOS said, with what you could consider a sigh, in robotic terms. "Mr. Foster is out of money. Marisa wins the tournament."
"Well done, Mrs. Kirasame, simply well done!" Winslow said. "All of your earnings here are yours, the money is here." Winslow then handed Marisa a large suitcase of money, Marisa peeking inside, seeing wads of cash.
"Thanks, Winslow, ze." Marisa commented, turning to the rest of the players. "You guys were good players, I gotta say. It was nice meeting you all."
"No problem." Barney said.
"Da, was good game." the Heavy said, still munching on the triangular Sandvich.
"It was a bloody pleasure." Mr. Foster said.
Marisa adjusted her hat, and headed up the stairs, and heading onto the golden elevator, which ascended, and with that, Marisa left the Inventory behind.

Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.