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THE TELEPORTATION

I snort flamestreams out my nostrils and roar: “Hold tight, Fribby! I’m coming!”

The chainsaw buzz blasts over the intercom.

Buuuuuuuuuzzzzz!

Then I punch in the coordinates on my powerstaff for the low-range Telo-Device. Now the truth is, right up until pressing the SEND button, I haven’t decided for sure where I am going to zap myself to.

My index claw hovers over the button for a split second.

Fitness Suite?

Or Dungeon Room?

Then the sound of the hideous chainsaw buzzing erupts over the intercom, and this time in the background I can hear Fribby screaming. “Nooooooooo! Nooooooo!”

So without giving it another fool thought, I jam my claw down and hit SEND. The good news is I don’t have time to ponder my decision after I make it. Because instantly the bright yellow light explodes up from under my green webbed feet.

And then I feel the familiar whizzing sensation, like I’ve been stitched into a gust of very fast wind.