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Screwloose licked his paw in anticipation. "This'll be like taking the toes off a baby Fudd…" He thought to himself, then added "…literally. Hahahah!"
Joey was nominated (by way of rock-paper-scissors competition) to check outside for any possible escape routes. The young boy was not used to having such a dangerous job, especially after what he was told happened to Sam. As Joey made his way down the hallway, sunlight reflecting off of glass or metal blinded him. Joey squinted through the light, and received a shock. Over two hundred bunnies dressed in some kind of battle armor were sitting outside in frighteningly human-like organized rows. Joey slowly backed away from the window, his bare feet suddenly cold with fear. While he was walking backwards, the sole of his right foot stepped in something chilly and wet. When he looked behind him, he realized he was standing in a pool of blood coming out of the forum room.
Joey dared not look inside the gory room, but the fear that gripped him at that moment was enough to make him wet his shorts. He was rather embarrassed, so he decided to make a detour to the locker room one floor underneath him. When Joey got to the locker room, he immediately went into the shower and washed himself off. As one would guess, his clothes were quite wet. Joey walked over to his locker and pulled out his red shirt and some blue pants. He quickly changed clothes, and headed for his friends' bathroom.
Propain finally spoke into his radio, "Snaapel, Screwloose, it's time…"
To be continued…
