Re: The Guardians of Asgaard!!!
Aldi scrambles for the keys; the weapons are of little use to her compared to something more vital, more natural. She's eager to free her arms but with her first free tug on the chain shirt, she realizes something..."One of you lunks help me out of this rusted bodice before it becomes part of my skin! I need to be able to cast spells as soon as possible.
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"We understand that it's tough to tell someone you love them, but for the love of Robot Buddha, you are right now being chased by killer machines that are actively mutating hobos in their war to destroy you while the telephone of live-saving escape is screaming urgently into your face. A better (nay, perfect) time for this stumbling exchange would be after you've answered the phone and are back on your robot-free spaceship."
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