There has to be a way!

You grapple for something to escape with, or something to shield yourself with. But seeing as you are an orange hippo, you are hard to shield.

"This sucks."

You fly out of the windshield, about to hit Bob's Yard Of Sharp, Fatal Items That Would Kill You If You Fell On Them With Much Force when... You turn into a microwave oven.

"Oh, come ON!"

Written by Eliza Janssen

Grow wings and fly away

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