>>5384280It dawns on you a few seconds later that you’re still alive.
<span class="mu-i">And</span> flying.
Amidst the sound of Talbot screaming, you hang on for dear life as the van bounds and tumbles through the blizzard like a wayward ball of yarn crushing any skeleton foolish enough to stand in its path!
“<span class="mu-i">Ohhhh MAAaaaannn…</span>” Gurgles Art as his green face shifts between shades of yellow and purple, “<span class="mu-i">Just KILL us, please…</span>”
No such luck! In fact, the ride continues with renewed vigor as the <span class="mu-b">AMAZING GOODBOYNIUM YARN BALL</span> hits a hill and starts rolling down it with reckless abandon! Spinning around in circles like a bunch of mixed-up pinwheels, you and the others exchange worried glances as Talbot lets out a rhythmic (and clearly pained) ‘<span class="mu-i">OOF!</span>’ every time the van rolls over him!
“<span class="mu-i">Hogkay…</span>” Art stammers as he goes full monochrome, “<span class="mu-i">Allin favr ovstobbing thish thingk?</span>”
“I mean… it’s getting us away from the skeletons…” Mitzi shrugs as calmly as if she were taking a bath. “Couldn’t hurt to wait a little longer.”
“<span class="mu-i">Y-yesh…</span>” Groans Denise, “<span class="mu-i">It c-c-could…</span>”
“Better ask Talbot to steer us, then.” Gus suggests as Sybil lays comatose in the seat next to him. “And say thanks.”
Rapping your knuckles against the floor of the van, you tell Talbot to steer you somewhere safe! After a few more rotations, your fellow janitor takes you towards…
>A COMMUNITY POOL! THIS PLACE WAS PROBABLY STILL GRODY EVEN BEFORE THE BLOOD BLIZZARD!>A PARK! BETTER NOT BE ANY DOG POO IN HERE!>A MINI MALL PARKING LOT! >WRITE-IN!That's it for tonight, by the way--gonna pick things up <span class="mu-g">FRIDAY AROUND 4-5PM PST!</span> Thanks again for playing and hope to see you then!
