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Not <span class="mu-i">this</span> time, assholes! As you stow your heels in your jacket pockets, you and Talbot dart behind the closest cover you can find!
“<span class="mu-r">FRUUUUUIT CAAA-[/b:lit] whoops, sorry–force of habit.</span>”
Nats is right–it’s a fruit cart! Ducking behind the fine display of vitamin-rich goodness, you and Talbot are showered in a balanced breakfast as a hail of <span class="mu-r">SYRINGES</span> blasts through the fruit above your heads!
“<span class="mu-i">SHIT</span>!” Roars Talbot as the two of you rush into and immediately dive out of a crossfire from the rooftops ahead of you, “Not getting out that way!”
No, you hiss as your mind races to locate a means of escape, but <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> way might work out!
Following your gaze, your date gives you a supportive nod.
“On three! One-”
“<span class="mu-i">MOVE IN!</span>”
As another ‘<span class="mu-r">CRICKET</span>’ device lands next to you, both you and Talbot share a knowing look!
“... yea, let’s just go now!”
Rushing out of cover,Talbot blocks the storm of syringes with his <span class="mu-g">GOODBOYNIUM</span>-covered body as you both rush for the edge of the boardwalk!
“<span class="mu-i">SHE’S JUMPING! BEACH TEAM, STANDBY FOR-</span>”
Jumping simultaneously, both you and Talbot scream in unison as the two of you plunge over the edge of the pier and into the cold water below!
For a while, all you do is swim–kicking your way through the inky blackness for what feels like minutes, neither you or Talbot dare to surface until your lungs burn from being starved of air!
Exchanging a nod, the two of you poke your heads out from the choppy waters and quickly scan the coast–though your pursuers comb the beaches with massive shoulder-mounted floodlights, none of them manage to spot you bobbing in the waves!
Swimming a bit further for safety, the two of you crawl back onto land in a small, secluded lagoon peppered with cigarette butts, plastic bottles, and more needles–these ones clearly not filled with sedatives!
Checking your surroundings one more time, both you and Talbot find a dry spot on the beach to lie down on and catch your breath!
“W-well…” Sputters Talbot as he continues to hold your <span class="mu-g">SOPPING WET UNICORN</span> close to his chest, “H-how’s that for a first date?”
That, you wheeze, bringing your soaked and trembling body close to his for warmth, was pretty damn good!
<span class="mu-b">FINAL DATE RANK: PIER FIRE!</span>
>CONTD.
