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Now you may be wondering, who was wearing the bolo tie? Me or the shark? Answer: YES!
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Breathing hurt.

Hmm.

Not breathing hurt.

That was unfortunate.

Steve rolled his head from side to side, which hurt, and looked around. Some vague inner monologue tried weakly to direct him without quite cracking the surface of consciousness. Try to stay calm, try to take stock, try not to scream from the pain until his legs were bloody paste.

Groaning, he raised his head up a little. One of his legs stuck out at a sickening angle. The other sprouted a jagged mess of white and red that might have sent him vomiting if it didn't promise to hurt so badly. He tried to sit up instead, and compromised by laying back and doing absolutely nothing. For what seemed like an age, he tried simply to withdraw from it all. Let it be a dream, let it be a hallucination. Let him be back up there at the very lease, please just grant him that, even if it meant he was still listening to the growing roster of his dead friends.

Nobody replied but the girl who'd leaned in after him like he has a toy she'd tossed out her window just to see it hit the ground. Getting closer. Smiling. Every gear left inside him kicked up to full tilt.

Weakly he reached for the bag, though he didn't really know what he'd do if he did grab it. It was just- despite the pain flaring so hard it melted his proprioception into one indistinct blob of agony, despite the blood and the labor of his breathing, despite everything logic told him about becoming a helpless lump in the middle of a killing field, the sudden realization hit him so hard that there could be no depth of desperation left unplumbed.

She was going to kill him.

"I don't suppose," he said with gritted teeth and no small amount of hissing and straining between syllables, "you're here to help?"
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NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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