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Soaring through the air like a particularly sexy eagle, your mind races to find an appropriate way to land–one that inspires fear! Awe! Mild attraction, maybe!
“Yea, let’s skip dat’ one.”
Yea, you know what? <span class="mu-i">Let’s</span>. As gravity rapidly carries you towards the center of the burning circle that is your battlefield, a thought comes to mind–more of an image, really! One from a show you first saw when you were still a pint-sized rascal with a fistful of dreams and a head full of stars!
One with a lot of frilly dresses, magic battles, and maybe a few slice of life episodes interspersed here and there–a-and maybe there was a dance number during the credits that you might know a few steps to… not that you care about those, of course!
Ly might mention some bullshit about how you still watch it now that the full series is subbed on <span class="mu-b">CHEWYROLL,</span> but as you and everyone else is aware by now, this quest <span class="mu-s">isn’t about HIM!</span>
In any case, using that show as inspiration, you break into a twirl as your gang and the <span class="mu-r">SKELANIMALS</span> watch in awe, winking at your onlookers like the star you a-<span class="mu-s">AAAAAAACCCK!</span>
Yea, so it turns out that show is <span class="mu-i">bullshit</span> and never mentioned anything about how much the landing sucks! Despite landing on your tippy toes, something about your momentum added to your endearing lack of basic coordination turns your graceful landing into a <span class="mu-r">MEAT GRINDER</span> for your ankle! As the rest of your weight adds to your still-spinning body, the air fills with an unsettling <span class="mu-s">CRACK</span> as you twist your ankle worse than you ever have in your entire life!
Having paused their cheering and jeering to watch your grand entrance, the horde of <span class="mu-r">SKELANIMALS</span> erupts into a cornucopia of laughs, hoots, and a few sympathetic ‘<span class="mu-i">that’s gotta hurt</span>’s.
“Stan!” Art shouts as Tucker, Mitzi, Kiki and even Denise hold both Talbot and Eddie back from leaping to your aid, “You good?”
No, <span class="mu-i">dick</span>, you <span class="mu-i">AREN’T</span> good, you hiss through clenched teeth! Gently holding your already-swelling ankle, you rapidly blink away the tears forming in your eyes and glance towards <span class="mu-r">TORY!</span> Any chance… you sniff, any chance you could do a r-rain ch-check?
“Hmm… <span class="mu-s">NO! GOB!</span>”
Dang.
>CONTD.
