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You're Stuck

You wiggle and squirm, but you still can't free yourself from the tape of whatever the robot-lady used to restrain you.

"I'll start here," she says, at your feet. She turns a knob on her chest that causes her human hands to grow metal looking nails. That doesn't look good.

You prepare to be peeled.

"Goodbye, human filth," the robot-lady says.

She reaches down for your feet. You feel her moving her hand up and down your feet, but she can't seem to do anything. The metal nails don't even hurt, actually they kind of...

"Hahaha," you giggle. "You're tickling me."

"No, I set to peel," she says. She turns the knob on her chest again, and tries again, but this time faster.

"HAHAHA!" you laugh. "Stop tickling me!" Her hands move faster and faster up and down your feet as she tries to peel your skin off, and it's clearly not working.

"Just hurry this up!" you say, through laughs. You can't stand this anymore. If you don't die from being peeled, you're going to die of laughter. For some reason, the robot lady can't get a grip, and therefore her plan isn't working.

"No!" she says, her fingers slowing down, and eventually coming to a stop.

You stop laughing. "Guess you're not so all-powerful after all!" you say.

"Fine," she says. "You're coming to the Council of the Fallen, now. Where the humans go to die."

You gulp.

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