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Surveying the scene with a disapproving huff, you turn to TT and shake your head–no time to waste… It’s just like your manager Lars always says: ‘<span class="mu-i">Work faster, not safer!</span>’
“Wow,” Remarks the girl with sympathy creeping into her perpetually-chipper expression and voice, “Does… does he really say that?”
<span class="mu-i">DOES</span> he?! Why are you remembering this <span class="mu-i">now</span>? Also crap, that’s… that’s <span class="mu-i">bad</span>! Y-yea, you nod, unsure if these are your memories or just your brain’s attempt at caulking the cracks, you think so… the Spinner raises an eyebrow at your response.
“... where do you work, again?”
The uh, the <span class="mu-s">FBI</span>, you mutter under your breath, but you’ll talk to her about it later…
“<span class="mu-s">HUUURRRYYYYY!</span>” Cries Obber as the sea of stickiness grows with every moment you ponder, “The fate of my <span class="mu-s">BUSINESS</span> is at stake!”
What about people’s <span class="mu-i">lives</span>, you bark back!
“You’re right–my life is probably in danger too!”
Sheesh… taking a deep breath, you try your damndest to plot out a rapidly-sinking route using your Ring of Echos! Here goes something!
“CAREFUL!” Obber helpfully adds, nearly sending you tumbling face-first into the UBER tar, “Those boxes are expensive…”
You’ll <span class="mu-s">BE</span> careful, you snarl, just… just be quiet until you take care of things, okay!?
The warehouse worker makes it about two seconds before his big trap opens again. “... what if you die? Can I scream then?”
“If he dies I’ll ensure all of his belongings and assets are donated to starving, needy Durhers!” Chirps your ‘favorite’ Spinner as she sends a wink your way! Swell…
The first jump goes about as well as you might expect–someone must have left a drink on the corner of the crate, because as you leap through the darkness like a cat in an attic you stumble over a glass bottle! Spinning your arms like windmills to avoid toppling into the syrupy slough, you spot another, hopefully safer crate and use your momentum to leap to that instead!
As your would-be killer sinks into the muck with a final ‘<span class="mu-i">SPLITCH</span>’, your sudden landing on the next crate sends it skidding like a banana peel! Thankfully your face stops the wild ride by smacking into a cluster of dripping pipes, and as your head rings like a gong you manage to cling onto the offenders and monkey-bar your way over the glue lagoon below!
>CONTD.
