Level 11 [video]

[rocketralph]

_{[The feed flickers on to a Goldenrod street view. It swivels around to a restaurant that is boarded up and the sign has fallen crooked. Pizza Parasdice. Ralph's Sandshrew has her nose pressed against a gap in the planks. Always on the lookout for something shiny to steal, that Bossy! Best Rocket.]}

How d'ya like that? Closed due to safety code violations. I knew it wasn't my fault when they canned me! Serves 'em right.

_{[Bitter? NAW.]}

That's all water under the bridge now anyway...but it's funny to think that I've been here a whole year. A year ago I was workin' here trying to figure everything out.

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Well, with the snow in her hands flung, her arsenal is spent.]

[She reaches over her head to yank at the fingers hanging onto her hood.]</sub>

Whoa.

Whoa, HEY.

Put me down, this was supposed to be a feet-on-the-friggin'-ground fight! HEY!

[rocketralph]

<sub>[With his free hand, Ralph hauls open the dumpster lid and holds Heather over it so that she has enough time to take in what's about to happen.]

[He's fond of his little bird friend, but he's had quite enough of her for one day.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She looks down at the shadowy recesses of the dumpster below her feet.]

[Then she looks at Ralph.]</sub>

... You wouldn't.

[rocketralph]

<sub>[He would. Ralph lets go and once she's in the trash WHERE SHE BELONGS he slams the lid shut.]

[At least he takes care not to bonk her with it.]</sub>

Game over. See ya, sister.

[foolishwren]

Hey, HEY! HEY!

FUCK!

_{[She lets out a squawk as she's dumped (literally)-- and then the lid's shut.]}

You can't leave me in here, this is bullshit!

_{[CLANK BANG.]}

Let me out!!

[rocketralph]

<sub>[Oh, yes he can! And he does! There he goes. Do you see him leaving, Heather?]

[Oh, wait. No. You don't.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[The muffled hollers and clanging continue behind him, blessedly fading out as he walks away.]

[AH YES, PEACE AND QUIET RESTORED.]</sub>