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http://pastebin.com/ZBKsxm3R>>24921679 gets it.>Dede runs, searching for the pliers that you dropped on the ground at some point.>Try as you might, the thing won't fucking budge, and your index finger is basically useless, now stuck to the inside of a living Goodra costume.>That thought still shocks you. What the hell did you get yourself into? No pun intended.>The Goodra convulses once again, this time a little more intense.>The palm of your hand makes contact with the goop and is instantly stuck, like some form of superglue.>Your buddy's goo was never this sticky, and certainly never so warm...>You can tell the paralysis is going to wear off soon, and you don't want to be stuck to this thing when that happens.>A quick glance to the side shows that your mouse friend is still frantically searching for the pliers.>You started off calm, but as the convulsions increase in frequency you start to panic. "Scissors, a knife... Anything sharp!"
>She makes a mad dash to the tool wall, jumping over chairs and several unfinished projects to get to it. >Finally, she spots a knife and bites down on the handle, jumping down from the table sprinting as fast as an eight inch mouse can.>Goodra is convulsing constantly at this point, obviously regaining his/its strength from the paralysis. >Even as careful as you're being, your wrist gets caught in it too."FUCK, hurry!" you scream, not meaning to get short with one of your friends but the situation calling for it.
>For her part, she somehow manages to run even faster. She looks like a blur as she ran, knife in hand.>"DE!" she lets out a grunt of pain, tripping over herself. As she tumbles, the knife leaves her grasp and heads straight for you.>Once again on instinct, you jump out of the way. "Shit!"
>Unfortunately, you jumped right into the tumbling mouse's path and fall right on your back, the suit falling atop you with an unsettling splat. 