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Oh you’ll help alright, you snarl with grim anticipation as a devilish smile forms on your face! You’ve come too far to fail now, and you’re not going to be delayed on the way to the big meetup! Rolling down your window (which takes longer than you’d like being one of those crank ones), you get out of your seat and lean out the window with your <span class="mu-s">WRIST WHIP</span> coiled up at your side!
The <span class="mu-s">NOTWOLF/DOG/CANINE</span> having the time of its life riding on the side notices you almost immediately, and like any good, dumb animal it wastes no time in lunging for you! It’s fast on the draw, but you’re <span class="mu-i">FASTER</span>--snatching the pouncing beast out of the air like it was a pop fly ball, your new appendage wraps tightly around its throat as you bring your hand back!
Armed with your new <span class="mu-s">DOG FLAIL</span>, you swing the confused canine over your head to get a feel for your whip’s strength–sure enough, the wormlike tendril boasts more strength than you imagined! So much so that the <span class="mu-s">NOTDOGS</span> pursuing you are taken completely off-guard by how fast you bring their packmate crashing into them!
Even with the roaring winds and rain, you’re treated to a satisfying <span class="mu-i">CRUNCH</span> as the beasts collide! Speeding down the road, you watch as the animals struggle to untangle themselves as their prone forms grow smaller and smaller in the distance!
“Shit, kid,” Remarks Chuck as he stows his <span class="mu-s">HUNTING RIFLE</span> back at his side, “Didn’t even waste a shot… not bad.”
You’re saving the best for that <span class="mu-i">NURSE</span>, you growl–you’ve got a whole bunch of payback you’re itching to dish out!
“That’s what I like to hear. Hold on–we’re gonna take the <span class="mu-s">BACK ROAD</span> up…”
The truck tires squeal as the groundskeeper skids down an unmarked path crowded by shrubs and greenery–is… is <span class="mu-i">this</span> really the best way right now?
“Fastest way to the top, yep,” Nods the old man, “But also the route Smythe’s guys’ll take if they’ve caught wind of your little plan… best keep low until I say so.”
Despite his warning, however, your trip up the mountain is relatively peaceful save for the battle brewing inside your stomach! Can he turn on the AC? You’re gonna <span class="mu-i">hurl</span>-
“Told ya’ to keep down–we’re bein’ watched.” He hisses, not taking his eyes off the road. “Fresh tracks on the road, too. Expect company.”
You’re expecting <span class="mu-i">anything</span> at this point…
>CONTD.
