Maybe it was the fact that you were too busy checking out the hot, busty instructor to really listen to her. Maybe it was the fact that you were really, really drunk. Or maybe you just screwed up the design of your glider. Whatever the reason, you leap from the table, and soar proudly for about a tenth of a second before toppling into a straight nosedive.
You keep your wits and the gun about you, and as you near the ground, you fire upward, transforming the glider into a parachute. You sigh in relief as it slows you abruptly, and you drift out over the vista of shoes beneath.
You realize a few seconds later that this might not be what you wanted. You're drifting toward one of the shoes -- too late do do anything about it, you simply brace as you catch the inside lip of the enormous pair, and fall down into the bottom.
You get up and cough a bit at the smell. Looking around, you appear to have fallen into the skate shoes. Well, you've smelled nicer things, but at least the soft sole cushioned the blow. Now to get out of here.
You begin to walk toward the back of the shoe, when suddenly you hear the huge "BING-BONG" of a chime. What could that be? Your question is answered when you suddenly feel a slow, rhythmic rumbling. It starts off weakly, but grows stronger and stronger until you can barely stand. You catch a glimpse of an enormous figure breezing by the shoe, and then you hear a huge squeal.
You hear tremendous female voices off in the distance, and you strain to hear what they're saying. Suddenly, one of the voices breaks through, clear as day.
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