Game 2Game 2 Outline| Game 2 |
Game 2 Outline |
Finally, you decide to chance the turnstiles. It's risky, all right ... but you figure if you suck in your gut and shove, you've got a decent chance of making it through. Besides, you hate to show up on the security cameras and maybe get seen by Raffles.
Still carrying your wallet in your paw, you purchase a ticket from the understandably wide-eyed gatekeeper, blushing slightly as her awestruck gaze lingers on your expansive belly. Then, turning sideways and exhaling mightily, you begin to shove through the turnstile.
As you reach the halfway point, you notice the sound of the turnstile gears clicking forward and feel the pressure of the rising bar from beneath the roll depending from your right hip. Seizing the moment, you shove with all your might toward the park ahead!
Nothing happens. You twist, and wiggle, and bend, but you can't get free of the cold, metallic embrace of the turnstile. One by one, the gatekeeping staff come and try to shove you through, but even all their combined strength can't move you an inch.
As you stand there, trapped in full view, a crowd begins to gather. As you continue trying to work your way free, with well-meaning assistance from the staff, you hear cries of, "Y'oughta grease that pig!", "Move it, Thunderthighs!", and "Hey, look at the blob stuck in the doorway!". You are surrounded by mocking laughter, and wish you could just die.
Finally, someone gets a member of the park maintenance staff to come and take apart the turnstile. After he takes the entire side of the turnstile apart, your paunch shudders as the barrier containing it falls away.
Giving muttered thanks, you lumber over to a stone bench and sit, feeling fatter than ever. Not only have you been humiliated, but the commotion probably alerted Raffles to your coming!
Resigned, you stand up and ...
Written by Wanderer