As suddenly as it began, the demons disappear, and time speeds back to its normal pace. You gasp with the memory of the pain as your friends look at you quizzically. You tell them, despite your reservations, it’s time to figure out a way to retrieve the Ark of Macguffin.
The jetpack dragon suggests he and the shotgun wizard break your hands off so you can easily slide your arms out of the shackles. You say no, that would kill you. The shotgun wizard wonders why, because, since you’re a stick figure and all, it should be easy to reattach your hands to your arms.
You tiredly explain to your companions that you are not really a stick figure. “The stick figure you ‘see,’ ” you explain, “Is merely a crude representation of whoever happens to be reading the comic at the moment. Therefore, if you were to break my hands off, the reader’s hands would also break off, and then they would bleed all over their keyboards and be unable to continue onward.”
The shotgun wizard and jetpack dragon apologize for their idiocy.
After much deliberation, the three of you settle upon three courses of action.
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