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You try your hardest to ram the door open. As you use up the last of your energy, you collapse and fall to the floor.
By now, you've exhausted, and can no longer muster the strength to give the door even a gentle shove.
That does nothing useful. It would appear that you now have no way to enter the door using the keypad.
You look down at your phone's keyboard, and try to use it as some sort of guide. This attempt is short-lived, as it obviously contains no information you don't already know.
The door makes a clicking sound. Then, an automated voice issues from a speaker on the keypad.
"You have exceeded the maximum allowed amount of attempts at entering the password. A password reset link has been sent to the configured email address."
Again, this one doesn't work.
This one doesn't work either.
The incorrect answer doesn't work.
Lifting the plastic cover off the keypad, you find - much to your amazement - a perfectly functional keypad residing underneath.
You lose the lawsuit, as the gallery is able to hire extremely expensive lawyers. As the fees incurred are exorbitant, you spend the rest of your life homeless, snorting drugs of questionable quality off of the pavement.
You stare down at the keypad. No matter how hard you try, the keypad does not seem to allow you entry. You soon realise why - it is covered by a plastic replica.
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This seems to be rather effective - they aren't secured by anything. But just as you loosen the first spring, it pops off and lands in your eyes. Due to this additional security mechanism, you are now blind.
To your immense surprise, that doesn't work either. After pondering for a bit, you notice the springs attached to the doorframe. Someone has clearly tried this before.
No matter how hard you try, the door to this room won't open. You soon realise why - it is secured by a keypad lock.