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"Which is why I've decided to take my own life," Jake says robotically before his words begin to form meaning in his mind, "wait no, I didn't decide that!"
"Spoiler alert!" says a crazed Hoytzman. Hoytzman takes the camera off the stand and watches the video through.
"Aw yes! That last take sounded great!" He says enthusiastically, "you really brought my words to life." He puts the camera down and turns to face Jake.
"You know I should write more, "Hoytzman says with a dreamy look on his face, "the rush!"
Jake is frantic but he is trying to hide it.
"Hoytzman, you don't have to do this!" He says to Hoytzman's back, "your life's not so bad! Living in an ice cream truck, never showering, that was my childhood dream!"
Hoytzman looks Jake in the eye.
"I had everything. I had friends, a wife, two beautiful children, " he pauses for a second, "out of three total. Not a bad ratio! Now I have nothing! And none!"
"Look, I get it! I know what that feels like," Jake says with sincerity, reflecting on how he has been treating his friends.
"You've only lived in an ice cream truck for part of one day! How could you possibly know!"
"Well I know no one's coming to rescue me, "Jake says, "I was so concerned with saving myself and my reputation, I pushed all my friends away."
Hoytzman looks surprised.
"Wow, sounds like your having a breakthrough. You should act on this. I mean, you still have time to make it right."
Jake's heart flutters and he allows a quick burst of relief to spread over his face.
"Really? You're not going to kill me?"
Hoytzman's face morphs into a look of realisation as Jake's heart sinks.
"Oh Geez, I totally forgot! Thanks for reminding me, of course I'm going to kill you! Drugs make me say such silly things, drugs are so silly! Ooh, I'm going to do some right now!" He says as he leans over to inhale more drugs.
A plan pops into Jake's head. It's not a brilliant plan but it might just work.
"Hoytzman!" Jake says with new found determination.
"What?" As soon as he looks up Jake head butts him in the face. Hoytzman grunts in pain and stumbles backwards.
"That's my nose! That's where I put the drugs in!" Yells a very angry Hoytzman. As soon as he gets close enough Jake head butts him again, making him fall to the ground.
Heart racing, Jake gets into action. He pushes himself to the back door of the truck.
"So long, Hoytzman!" Jake taunts. Jake rams the door open and falls onto the street. Pretty soon Jake realises he can't move and Hoytzman returns with a gun pointed at Jake.
Hoytzman drags Jake back into the truck. He walks over and tightens Jake's ropes before turning to a cupboard. Jake's heart is racing as his eyes frantically dart around, looking for a way to escape. What Hoytzman pulls out from the cupboard make all of Jake's hairs stand on end. There, gleaming in the light is a big knife.