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> Escape!
You manage to push the clumsy deputy over and fly out the doors of the police station.
> I believe I can fly....
You then fly through the entire town.
> I believe I can touch the sky....
Okay, just kidding. What really happened was that you thought you were flying. It's quite possibly part of the pot influence you're under. Meanwhile, while you thought you were flying, you crashed headfirst into a wall. Heavy footfalls from the direction of the police station tell you the deputy is after you, and a bullet whizzing by your ear tells you he has started shooting. Let's see how fast you can run today, addict.
> Run like Hell
Too late. The pot is blurring your vision, and you can only waddle feebly. Or dance like Michael Jackson, either one.
> Waddle like Hell
You waddle as fast you can, to no avail. The deputy is getting closer....
> Dance like Michael Jackson, baby!
Your amazing super-duper Adobe Flash version of the moonwalk totally outdistances the deputy and the speeding police car that's also after you. You get to safety in no time, moonwalking a record 13,000 miles in four minutes before your pot supply gives out and you go into withdrawal.
> Dance, Dance, baby!
Without the pot you need to keep on consuming to survive, you cannot dance any more. You are now 13,000 miles into a remote desert just north of Grueland and about 200 miles west of Pignerol. You die of thirst.
> I'm so high, I need to take another smoke
Dude, you've just died. The. Worst. Grueslayer. Death. Ever.
- *** The Grueslayer has been slain! ***
Would you like to automagically reanimate, go back in time to fix all of this, or quit altogether? (type RESTART, RESTORE, or QUIT):
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