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The whole gallery shakes violently as a section of the wall caves in, showering the room with light, nail bombs, and wires that make the traps grind to a sudden halt! Taking a particularly weighty chunk of concrete to the face, you topple over onto your back as a familiar set of headlights roars through the new passage with a triumphant trill of the horn!
“Sorry we’re late!” Eddie shouts from the driver’s side window, “Parking was a <span class="mu-i">BITCH!</span>”
And that’s when the traps go off!
“Please, Stan… <span class="mu-i">PLEASE.</span> Ya’ <span class="mu-i">GOTTA</span> stop makin’ dose’ jokes!”
Brushing Ly’s admonishments off, you wave your pals over to where Cal and Teddy lie–took ‘em long enough! The van’s barely parked before the whole crew has boots on the ground: Art and Kiki lead the charge, of course–the former advancing cautiously with his rifle drawn, the latter stuffing a fresh belt of ammo into her <span class="mu-g">LIGHT MACHINE GUN.</span>
“No sweat, Stan–the <span class="mu-b">CALORIE</span> has arrived!” Talbot announces as he confidently stomps over to Teddy and Cal. “These guys look like <span class="mu-i">shit</span>.” Gently picking them up in his freaky-deaky tentacles, your ex-bodyguard brings them both over to the back of the van while Tucker and Denise watch for tricks–the latter muttering incoherently having managed to wrangle <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> into some kind of <span class="mu-g">FISHING ROD/LEASH/RACCOON-ON-A-STICK THINGIE!</span>
“<span class="mu-i">W-w-w-WH-WHO WANTS S-SOME?!</span>” She squeaks, menacingly shaking the cranky critter at arm’s length!
“<span class="mu-i">GUS!</span>”
Oh right, you mutter as Sybil brushes the remaining nailbomb triggers aside with a telekinetic hand, you were so excited you totally forgot! Rushing over to the two hostages alongside Syb and Tucker, the latter swiftly removes a <span class="mu-g">FIRST AID KIT</span> from his pocket!
“Take it easy–you’re going to be o-”
Before the film student can finish his reassuring sentence, the pizza delivery guy <span class="mu-s">BURSTS</span> out of his metal restraints with a nonchalant ‘<span class="mu-i">ngh</span>’. “Hi, Stan. Sorry for the wait.”
You don’t know what to say, so after a few seconds of sputtering, you end up hugging the big oaf–he’s… he’s alright, right?!
“Yep.” He nods, giving both Syb and Tucker a reassuring thumb’s up, “was hoping the guy who did this’d show up. He didn’t.” Turning his attention towards his sister, Gus raises an eyebrow your way. “You mind helping Marcie?”
Not at all! With you, Syb, and Tucker, it doesn’t take long to free her from the trap’s metal clutches! Massaging her abdomen as she rises to a sitting position, Gus’ sister gives you the family ‘<span class="mu-i">quarter-smile</span>’.
“Thanks, Stan.”
“Looks like we showed up right in the nick of time, huh?” Eddie asks as he clambers over the rubble towards you. “You good, big guy?”
“Yep.” Gus nods, “Sorry for the trouble.”
>CONTD.
