...Wait, I think the metaphor ran off here.
"Raining ducks! Wait...wait, what...?" As Fizzer awakens, the hero finds his wrists shackled down to a table, though it appears to be the run of the mill plastic kinds that feature the fold out legs. His feet standing, Fizzer becomes quite aware of the breeze that runs over his legs, realizing t...
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