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Bringus Studios typed away, writing the script for his next great youtube video, where he plays half life three on a piece of bread.
"Whoof." Bringus said, wiping his forehead, "This stuff is hard work."
Bringus Studios had written two sentences.
Bringus looked up, he was no longer in his home office, but a medieval dungeon. Chained to a wall was a battered L Tetromino, hanging off the floor.
"What the !*@#?" Bringus said, pulling out his trimble yuma for defense.
"Please." The Tetromino moaned, "Free me..."
Bringus studio's decided that he had nothing better to do, and started banging on the L Tetromino's chains with his aforementioned trimble yuma.
"How did ya even get into this mess in the first place." The brongle asked.
"I-I was a spy, gathering information on the RadicalSoda youtube channel, but his goons found me out, locking me up here." The Tetromino whispered.
Bringus made a funny valve noise in response.
"That's crazy bro." He said, finally breaking through the L Tetromino's chains.
"But I gotta get back to my office, if I don't get this youtube video out of time, I'll mess up my yearly upload schedule!"
Bringus walked around the cell, looking for an exit.
"There is only one way to get out." The L Tetromino responded, standing up and shaking their chains off.
"That gate over there can only be lifted by someone with immense strength, only RadicalSoda's gooners can lift it."
"Hmm." Bringus hummed, he began rifling through his pockets, throwing useless tech this way and that.
"Nothing that a little magnifying glass can't solve!" Bringus Cheered, taking out that android magnifying glass from that one video (You know the one).
The L Tetromino watched in awe as Bringus Studio's walked over to the gate, and instead of lifting it, or using the glorified android watch in his hands to do some tech bullshit. Bringus began wailing on the gate with the glass, using all of his Bungus strenth, sweat glistened on Bringus's forhead, his face strained, but Bringus just kept on hitting that thang.
Each hit dented the Gate more and more, until with one final, mighty swing, the gate was smacked out, clattering onto the floor.