[Vanellope sits back up and crawls over to the opening of Casa Manta, finding one of the pillows she'd discarded for its unsuitable shape. Instead of adding to her building, she drags it back, along with a flashlight, and flops over on top of it, pushing her chin in the puffy surface. The light in her hands goes on, off, on, off.]
...S'long as wherever we are doesn't run out of power, anyway.
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[Vanellope sits back up and crawls over to the opening of Casa Manta, finding one of the pillows she'd discarded for its unsuitable shape. Instead of adding to her building, she drags it back, along with a flashlight, and flops over on top of it, pushing her chin in the puffy surface. The light in her hands goes on, off, on, off.]
...S'long as wherever we are doesn't run out of power, anyway.