CYA: Gavin & Foxy Go Their Own Way

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gavin shook his head. "no, we still need to find mr. franklin--" he glanced at ChronoGuard Ben and added, "the other mr. franklin. you guys go that way; we'll go this way."

they wished each other luck, then foxy & cardigan walked down the corridor to the left.

they opened a door at the end of a corridor and entered a room, hearing the door click shut behind them. they were in an enormous room and saw a chair of gigantic proportions before them and, sitting in the chair, an actual giant.

"let's play a guessing game," said the giant in a booming voice, placing before them two giant-sized shot glasses that came up to their knees. one of the glasses held a pine green liquid with a frothy foam head while the other contained what looked like a strawberry milkshake.

"one is poison, and one is not," said the giant. "guess right and i'll take you into Fairyland."

foxy's eyes went wide. "gavin!" she hissed. "this is the giant's drink game from Ender's Game! it's rigged; no matter which one we choose, we're going to die!"

cardigan nodded grimly. "i know. i read that book, too. as i recall, ender finally beat the game by climbing up onto the giant's face and clawing out his eyes."

"you're right," foxy agreed, and took a deep breath. "you take the left eye, and i'll take the right eye. okay?"

"okay," cardigan took his own deep breath. "ready...set...GO!"

they ran up the giant's clothing, scrambling toward his face. the giant hmph'd and grabbed them both, holding their struggling bodies up in his hands.

"i'm not falling for that one again!" with that, he turned them upside down and lowered them each into one of the shot glasses.

cardigan was dunked into what looked like a strawberry milkshake, but was in fact a highly corrosive substance that started to eat away his flesh upon contact, and even made his bones dissolve like aspirin. it was a relatively quick, though still horrid, death.

foxy did not fair any better; in fact, many would say that she had it far worse. as she was plunged into the foul-smelling foamy green liquid, the bottom of the glass disappeared and she continued to simply fall, tumbling head-over-heels through a foul-smelling emptiness that went on forever. her body, in fact, is still falling to this day even though she perished long ago from lack of food & water. man, that sucks.


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