VRISKA: What now????????

VRISSY: It’s stuck. Pull, you 8astards!

TAVROS: I’m pulling!

VRISKA: I hear movement, pull FASTER.

The body was already heavy and slippery enough. With the added fire safety deluge bearing down on them from every sprinkler in the hall, they have no chance. They scramble to hold on to him, but he is as slick as a greased pig and twice as unwieldy.

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