Antecedently: Operation Let’s Steal A Guy; a new green homie appears; Snake? SNAKE? SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE! We are outside the home of threatened weirdo Vashon Gattlebee, whom we are here to extract for his own safety and whom Amy insists on referring to as Sokolov; surrounded by poison ivy, filled with explosives, born on a mountain, raised in a cave, it’s 106 miles to Chicago, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses. Hit it. Mulberry hops the fence, Rigatoni opens the gate, walks through, and closes it gently, and Borao flattens the fence underfoot without breaking stride; we are iconic. We hear the telltale snap of a tripwire1, and we all need to make Fortitude Saves; Isaac 25, Amy 12, me 14; a thunderstone2 falls onto the cobbles and bursts, inflicting 2 Sonic damage each, causing us to drop all of our rings, and Mulberry and Borao are Deafened for 1 round3. Amy: MOTHERFUCKER, did this guy not know we were coming? Did nobody tell him? From inside: NO SOLICITORS Borao: I AM NOT AN…
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