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The hell with the final boarding call!

The hell with that!

I saw a show on Discovery about this once. I bet I can maneuver out of these chains…

or not. Fuck!

The vultures are descending, flying closer and closer… screw you guys!

I’m jumping up and down, yelling for help, hoping somebody, anybody will hear me!

The trees rustle… the shadows darken… the vultures scream… the wind howls…

and a figure steps out of the trees.

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