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“”Uh, cupcake? Ya’ might wanna see dis’...” Craning your neck towards the front of the van, you get another piece of the puzzle every roll the van makes–and what you see, well… it almost looks like a-
“<span class="mu-s">FRUUUUUUUIIIITTTT CAAAAAAAAAARRRRTTTSSS!</span>”
Shouting in perfect harmony, you, Ly, Nats, and the rest of the crew (including the comatose Sybil) brace yourselves as your van rushes past a gaudy banner tied between two posts with the word ‘<span class="mu-g">CARTCON</span>’ emblazoned in a fruit-themed font!
You crash the party and end up in a situation straight out of a fruit snack commercial: as the sound of splintering wood fills the air, it's swiftly overpowered by a symphony of fruits being crushed into a messy, rainbow pulp!
Apples annihilated! Peaches pummeled! Strawberries smushed! Bananas bashed! Watermelons wholloped! Dragon Fruits DESTROYED! TOMATOES-well, we don’t want to start <span class="mu-i">that</span> discussion. In any case, the air around you fills with zesty, Vitamin C-rich goodness as your ride comes to a slow, sticky stop at the far end of the expo!
“Well,” Remarks Mitzi as she unpeels a banana and munches on it, “That coulda’ been worse.”
“Yea,” nods Tucker as he politely sticks a lime in Art’s unresponsive mouth, “If I remember the fliers around campus correctly, another month and it would’ve been <span class="mu-g">RUSTY NAIL-CON!</span>”
Shit, you keep forgetting to buy tickets to that! Instinctively pulling out your phone, a defeated sigh escapes your lips as it dawns on you that the net’s still down.
“<span class="mu-i">H-heheh… I m-miss it too…</span>” Denise mutters as she crawls out from under her turret like a spider! “<span class="mu-i">Oh… b-but this means my t-torrents might’ve st-stopped…</span>”
Before the geek can share with you whatever horrid and depraved things she downloads on the internet, Talbot comes to the rescue once more by ripping the van’s back doors open with an unhealthy <span class="mu-i">CRUNCH!</span> Use the damn handles, <span class="mu-i">BISCUIT-HEAD!</span>
“I <span class="mu-i">DID</span>! And you’re welcome, by the way!” He growls, his whole body covered in something resembling a smoothie! “HEH! Bet that’ll slow those boneheads down!”
“Just need a pickup now.” Gus observes as he dutifully carries both Art and Sybil out of the van. “Maybe we should send a signal?”
“Ooh, I got one!” Interjects as she rushes over with one of the few unscathed watermelons! “Stan, you got your <span class="mu-g">ROCKET LAUNCHER?</span>”
Yes, you nod as a delighted grin forms on your smoothie-caked face, yes you do!
“Gonna need help waking up Art and Syb, too…” Tucker observes with pity in his voice. “More fruit should work.”
“Staaaan, my shoulders hurt!” Groans Talbot!
“<span class="mu-i">B-by the w-way, Stan…</span>” Denise adds as she slinks over to you like a particularly wretched weasel, “<span class="mu-i">C-can I borrow your D-D-DUCK?</span>”
Christ, everyone wants something from you all of a sudden! Take a cold shower!
>CONTD.
