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The escape was a lie. It had just been another adventure.
Everyone was pissed.
"I want the guns back, where are the guns," Zooble snarled.
"ALL HAVE TO DIE, STARTING WITH YOU!" said Glarthir, the paranoid Bosmer from TES:IV. Yeah, he's here, why wouldn't he be?
Ragatha starting sobbing.
"Guns," Zooble said flatly. "Where gun."
Gangle unwove herself and was inchworming around the floor like a snake, sad mask at one end.
"Everybody ask where gun, but nobody ask how gun!" screamed Pomni, jumping up and down.
Glarthir had found an axe and was busy mauling Kinger. "WHY. WON'T. YOU. DIE?!"
"The Oblivion remake was lame," Jax said. "Everyone dropped it after a week for a reason." He picked up Ragatha, still crying, and slung her over his shoulder.
"I'm a little teapot!" Pomni yelled.
"GUNS!" screamed Zooble, removing all their limbs one by one until they were a sad pile of Zooble parts on the floor.
"You're all losers, I'm going to go f[%$^] dollface," Jax said.
"I don't wanna f[^&%] a rabbit!" Ragatha heaved between sobs. "I don't wanna be a furry!"
"Too bad," Jax replied.
"Did someone say furry?" Gangle cried, looking around wildly.
"No," said Jax.
"Oh. Okay." She slithered under the couch.
Kinger finally went lucid and kicked Glarthir in the balls.