Not Really an Escape

As the cloud dashes down toward you, you make a valiant effort to turn yourself, but at less than 4 times your normal speed, your turn comes too little, too late. The cloud, rushing wildly at you in a mad rage, reaches its target and gurgles in glee!

...until it realizes that you-- as a you-sicle-- are so cold that you actually cause the cloud to condense and turn into little drops of rain. "NooOOOooooO!!!" the cloud screamed, or it would have if it could scream. Sadly for the cloud, it was only a cloud and it was even turning into rain so it couldn't scream at all, and instead it just all fell into an open can of Jolt Cola, unbeknownst to you.

"Whew!" you murmur, thawing yourself back to normal, and placing your shotgun on the coffee table on your right. "After all this shootin', there's nothing hits the spot like a good old Jolt Cola!"

Written by Will Shakeyspear

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