No time to think. You
have to get out of this-
No time to think. You have to get out of this car NOW. But with Dix's eyes resting on you, while he should really be watching the road, that's not going to be easy. That's when you spot a stick of homeopathic lip gloss resting on the dashboard. Pretending to move closer to his as of yet unopened trousers, you grasp the lip gloss and cunningly twist off the top. You then proceed to ram it home - deep up Dix's right nostril. The now helpless homeopath begins to flail wildly behind the steering wheel, and you have your chance. The car door opens much more easily than you expected, sending you tumbling out onto the asphalt. Through an incredible stroke of luck, you manage to steady yourself on the asphalt without losing most of your skin. Standing up, you watch Dix Spickler's car veer off the road, completely aflame and with what looks like M&Ms spouting from the exhaust pipe. As it disappears from sight, you take a deep breath and consider how lucky you are to have come out of that alive. Just then, a white van that was coming from the other direction smashes into you and sends you flying into the side of the road. You hear screeching brakes, footsteps drawing near, and then you black out.
You wake to find
yourself in some kind of grimy shack in the middle of the woods, lying
on a filthy bed with your injuries treated. The door opens, and a man
wearing clothes that are dirtier than dirt approaches.
"It wasn't my fault."
Herman goes on, as if you're not even there. "How was I supposed to
notice? It wasn't my job to keep track of what Chip did! I WAS
DALE!! And... it's normal for kids to cry when we hug them. Sometimes...
Sometimes they get scared. But this time... and Chip... Chip did a bad
thing. And he pinned it all on me."
You decide to:
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