“Trust me,” Rocky says. “You won’t be able to get through that narrow opening to the main street, Danny. We’ll have to go around the back of this building to reach the hotel.”
“Oh all right. Stupid anti-superhero powers.”
On the way, Rocky watches yet another person jump off one of those so-called suicide platforms to their death on the rails below. “Third one this week,” he says to himself.
“Hmm, this one won’t make it either. Come on Danny! Over here!”
“Hmph. Could have swore this was an alleyway just the other day. Go ahead and try it anyway Danny, hehe.”
“What a Fool. Okay, let’s move on boy. Man-boy.”
“*This* is Main Street, Danny. But the hotel’s now 2 blocks down. I’m famished. Let’s see if we can find some place to eat, eh?”
“Doughnut,” Danny answers. “Doughnuts and pig.”
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“What’s this, then?” Rocky disables camera constraints.
“A trapped little peoploid!”
Sunklands 