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Glancing between the falling debris and the safe, unassuming ramps, you can’t help but let out a weary sigh.
“What’s up, cupcake?” Ly asks as you idly kick a pebble-sized piece of rubble down the central pit. D’aw gee, Ly, you pout, you <span class="mu-i">wanna</span> head down this thing fast, but you just <span class="mu-i">know</span> if you try to hitch a ride on that falling wall then someone’s gonna complain!
“Yep,” Art nods as he listens in on your <span class="mu-i">PRIVATE CONVERSATION,</span> “That’d be me.”
But… but the ramps are so <span class="mu-i">slow</span>, you whine! They’ll take forever and your <span class="mu-i">feet</span> are gonna hurt!
“Well unfortunately I left my roller skates at the apartment,” Sybil sighs with mock disappointment, “so unfortunately we’ll have to stick to more <span class="mu-i">realistic</span> methods.”
“Couldn’t we just, like, jump down?” Talbot asks with an innocent shrug.
“Sure,” Art replies, “if you want us to become <span class="mu-r">ROAD PIZZA.</span>”
“Have a little faith, will ya?” The janitor growls, “If I land first and catch you guys you’ll survive! Probably…”
“Well unless someone has a <span class="mu-g">WATER SLIDE</span> rolled up in one of their absurdly-spacious pockets,” Jokes Sybil, “It looks as if we’ll just have to continue running! Shall we? We’ve wasted enough time as-is.”
As you take a few steps towards the <span class="mu-r">BIG, DUMB RAMPS,</span> a faint spark flickers within your brain–one that sets fire to a whole filing cabinet of treasured childhood memories and keeps going until it’s all you can think about! <span class="mu-s">SYBIL,</span> you roar, are you good to cast a few more <span class="mu-b">ICE</span> spells?!
“Y-yes, of course…” Sybil mutters as she senses danger in your voice, “W-why?”
>CONTD.
