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Hurling yourself onto Boris’ flailing form like a kid leaping onto one of those inflatable arm-wavers at a used car lot, you waste no time in joining your fuzzy sister in tearing him a new asshole! Scratching and punching his face, you see your real opportunity when the janitor points his gun at Lil’ Stanley!
Pouncing on his hand with your teeth bared, you sink your snaggletoothed maw into his hand and latch on tight! As the <span class="mu-r">REVOLVER</span> drops from his grasp and tumbles across the chamber’s now-diagonal surface, the janitor snatches both of you by your scruffs and deftly chokeslams you and Lil’ Stanley into the ground knocking the wind out of BOTH of you!
“Well now…” Boris pants as you and your pet struggle to regain your breath, “Was <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> your big plan, Stan? <span class="mu-i">BITE</span> me?” A laugh sprinkled with disbelief escapes his bloodied lips as you share a worried glance with Lil’ Stanley! “Well BRA-VO, bumblebee–I’ll be sure to grab a Rabies Shot once I’m done smearing you and your twin sister here all over the floor!”
Drawing his <span class="mu-r">TELESCOPING MOP</span> with an unnerving ‘<span class="mu-i">shhhk</span>’, Boris calmly puts his <span class="mu-r">MAGIC MASK</span> over his bloody face before a rapid series of beeps rings out across the slowly falling chamber! Following them to their source, you realize what it is just as Boris reaches to grab a familiar rectangle lying at his side!
“Oh? And what do we have here?”
Following his glowing eyes, you feel a pit form in your stomach as you notice your <span class="mu-g">PHONE–</span>its display lit up with several new notifications! Bringing it in front of his masked face, a soft laugh escapes your coworker’s mouth.
“Riiiight–<span class="mu-b">BARRIER</span> must be down by now, huh?”
Your answer comes in the form of an army of helicopters approaching from where the massive town-sized <span class="mu-b">BARRIER</span> once stood–troop transports, water haulers, medevac choppers–like flocks of migrating birds they approach <span class="mu-g">CLEARWATER</span> en masse as an equally-large ground contingent arrives below!
Turning back towards Boris, you find him messing with your phone’s password! <span class="mu-i">Hah</span>, you croak, <span class="mu-i">you’ll never guess i-</span>
“<span class="mu-s">6 9… 6…. 9.</span> Bingo.”
<span class="mu-i">SHIT!</span>
As your phone lights up, you can almost see the delighted grin behind Boris’ mask!
“Well here’s something interesting…” He muses as he clicks away at the phone, “Here, Stan–one last parting gift.”
Before you can protest, you hear a robotic voice drone the words ‘<span class="mu-i">First Message</span>’ before a familiar voice rings out across the chamber…
One you never thought you’d hear again.
“<span class="mu-i">Stan… it’s me.</span>”
<span class="mu-s">Sue!</span>
>CONTD.
