Your fall out of the vent brings you to open air, and as you somersault through you get a glimpse of a dining station right before you land. How could I survive that fall you think. You look around a little and try to move around, but you're in some sort of sticky mess. And then you hear from above...
"Hey, did you just see something fly through here?"
"No, now hurry up and take these donuts so I can get done with this. I have to get back to the kitchen soon."
You must be stuck to a donut of some kind. Glazed by the smell and all over stickiness. Looking up you see the owner of one of those gigantic female voices step over above you and pick up a tray of donuts. But is it the one you're on?
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