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Just when you think you’ve got an ‘<span class="mu-i">in</span>’, Moose shoves you back out!
Wait, that sounded wrong. Look, the point is that he almost smacks you, okay? Leaping backwards, you nearly trip over yourself as you struggle to maintain your balance! Sheesh, this guy’s tough as hell!
So tough, in fact, that an idea slowly forms inside your noggin–one that just might solve <span class="mu-i">everything</span>! It’s gotta look perfect, though, otherwise everyone’s gonna think you’re a <span class="mu-s">WEENIE!</span>
And <span class="mu-s">DIESEL CRASH</span> ain’t no <span class="mu-i">weenie</span>...
Placing yourself between the mansion and Moose’s massive bulk, you lick your thumb and raise it into the night air to get a feel for the wind… yep, you conclude, it’s windy! Taking a long, steadying breath, you steel yourself for what you’re about to do.
If Moose has any idea what that thing is, he doesn’t show it! Roaring like a crazed beast, the jock charges you like a letterman-clad bull as the crowd screams for blood! Gritting your teeth, you somehow manage to keep your eyes open moments before impact. Good, you think, here goes someth-
You barely have time to leap before the two of you collide! Using Moose’s momentum, you push off of his fist and launch yourself into the air like a garlic-scented cannonball! Through some miracle you remain unharmed as you hurtle towards the mansion, and as you wave to the awestruck crowd below you can just barely make out a familiar camera lens pointing your way from a nearby cluster of bushes! That’ll be one for the scrapbook!
Oh right, you’re still falling. Turning mid-flight to get a better idea of where you’re headed, you feel a pit form in your stomach when you realize you’re overshooting your originally-intended LZ: the <span class="mu-s">POOL!</span>
Flailing your arms and screaming like a banshee, you brace for impact as your new trajectory takes you directly into the path of a–!
“<span class="mu-s">FRUIIIIIIT CAAAAAAARRRRRTTTT!</span>”
“Yep, that’s what it’s called, Hank…” Groans Cammy as the two watch your landing through the security feed! “What the hell is wrong with that guy anyways…”
>CONTD.
