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Sleep comes easier than you expect–no doubt due to the lingering fatigue from your run-in with the magical conduit earlier. That and the back-to-back fights you just had with the <span class="mu-r">FINAL LIEUTENANT/PHIL MACKLEROY/WHATEVER</span> and your <span class="mu-r">DEMONIC SISTER</span>, no doubt.
“-ey. <span class="mu-i">Stan.</span>”
And just like that you’re awake again–no painful memories, no oddly-prophetic dreams, just complete and utter oblivion followed by a gentle shake of your shoulder and the sound of gentle waves lapping at the sides of the pod.
Oh, and gunshots.
Springing from your seat on instinct, you g-<span class="mu-s">AACK!</span>
“Yea, try takin’ off da’ seatbelt first, genius.” Ly remarks as you’re unceremoniously jerked back into your seat! Whipping out your <span class="mu-g">CHINCHILL PUMP ACTION,</span> you frantically glance around the pod to see your friends calmly unbuckling from their seats! What the hell’s happening?!
“We’re getting <span class="mu-i">off</span>, Stan.” Art mutters as he helps Syb to her feet. “Did you not see the boat?”
Following his finger, you immediately find the source of the noise–firiing their various implements of destruction into the air like it was the 4th of July or something, the rest of your friends hoot and holler on the deck as you prepare to disembark!
“<span class="mu-s">HELL YEA!</span>” Roars Eddie as he shakes both Tucker and Kiki by their hoodied shoulders, “<span class="mu-s">MISSION ACCOMPLIIIISHED!</span>”
Waving amicably from the helm, Gus slowly takes the yacht closer to your pod while Mitzi stands on deck and directs him. Clambering off the escape pod and onto the torn-up, but still floating boat, your pals waste no time in trapping you in a massive <span class="mu-r">BEAR HUG!</span>
“You <span class="mu-i">did</span> complete the mission, right?” Tucker asks as you, Talbot, Syb, and Art are dogpiled.
“Damn <span class="mu-i">right</span> we did!” Talbot shouts as he quickly regains his overconfidence, “Stick a fork in that witch, man, cuz’ she’s <span class="mu-i">done!</span>”
“Cool. Woulda’ been <span class="mu-i">really</span> awkward if you failed..” Mitzi mutters with a wry grin on her face. “Atta’ girl, boss.”
“Hi, Stan.” Gus grunts as he lifts the pile into one giant-er hug! Hi Gus, you reply with an embarrassed giggle, and hi everyone…
“Alright, not trying to ruin the moment or anything,” Art mutters as he prepares to ruin the moment, “But I <span class="mu-i">really</span> have to pee, so-”
“Too bad, bitch.” Mitzi laughs as even <span class="mu-r">DENISE</span> slinks into the hug, “Hold it a little longer!”
>CONTD.
