[Jane was walking across a Fortitude kitchen, empty baking pan in her hand when the penalty hit. Holy moley, this certainly wasn't what Jane was expecting to happen today.
The pan hit the floor with a clatter, Jane going down right along with it. Oh, she's never had one of these- so that might be a scream.]
Someone make it stop, make it stop, please make it go away...
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The pan hit the floor with a clatter, Jane going down right along with it. Oh, she's never had one of these- so that might be a scream.]
Someone make it stop, make it stop, please make it go away...