>>5151688You hit your mark, but <span class="mu-r">STANLEY</span> doesn't go flying! Blinking in confusion, you look downwards as you fail to pull your mop back for another swing! With lips still caked in crumbs and jam, the raccoon glares at your betrayal as it holds the other end of your mop in an outstretched claw!
<span class="mu-i">Uh-oh.</span>
Before you can let go, the world starts bouncing up and down as your opponent starts smashing you against the floor with your own mop! HEY! <span class="mu-s">BONK!</span> DOC! <span class="mu-s">BIFF!</span> WHAT <span class="mu-s">BOOM!</span> IS <span class="mu-s">CLOBBER!</span> THIS <span class="mu-s">CRUNCH!</span> THING!?
"<span class="mu-i">My LATEST EXPERIMENT!</span> Devon replies from behind the safety of his desk! "<span class="mu-i">I gave that BEAST a DOSE of your BLOOD SERUM! The subject is FAR STRONGER, FASTER, and DURABLE than a NORMAL RACCOON!</span>"
YOU! <span class="mu-s">SLAP!</span> DON'T <span class="mu-s">ZAP!</span> SAY! <span class="mu-s">ZOCKO!</span> Thoroughly pulverized against the floor, you're powerless to react when <span class="mu-r">STANLEY</span> flings you like a pancake off the <span class="mu-g">MOP</span> and into Dr. Devon's <span class="mu-g">OPERATING CHAIR!</span> Landing in a dazed heap, things go from <span class="mu-r">BAD</span> to <span class="mu-r">WORSE</span> when the chair's restraints clasp around your wrists and ankles with a definitive <span class="mu-s">SNAP!</span> Uh, <span class="mu-i">DOC?!</span>
"<span class="mu-i">Apologies!</span>" He replies, peeking over his desk with a worried expression, "<span class="mu-i">I KNEW I shouldn't have bought the CHEAP CHAIR...</span>"
You'll help him look for a receipt to return <span class="mu-i">later</span>, you snarl! Right now you've got bigger problems: approaching you slowly like an executioner, <span class="mu-r">STANLEY THE RACCOON</span> sends a toothy grin your way as they brandish their claws! Wh-what are they gonna do with <span class="mu-i">THOSE!?</span>
"Whatever it is,” Ly stammers as your opponent performs what you assume to be the raccoon version of villainous laughter, “We’d better not let dem’ do it!”
He’s right–you’re nothing without your good looks! And if that thing goes to town with its claws, well…
Best not to think about it! What’s the plan?
>TRY TO BREAK FREE OF YOUR BONDS BEFORE THEY CAN MANGLE YA!>HAVE LY TRY POSSESSING THE RACCOON! (ONCE PER DAY!)>HAVE DOC RUN INTERFERENCE WITH THAT ZAPPER!>LASER BLAST! DON’T NEED HANDS OR FEET FOR THAT!>WRITE-IN! 