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[metaman]

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[Abed comes crawling out of a building, wearing a blanket tunic and a pillow tied to his head, while carrying another pillow with him.

He stands up and looks around him, puzzled. He looks behind him, but he doesn't see the main corridor of the United Forts of Pillowtown -- only a cafe with some very confused patrons.

He looks down at the pillow in his arms.]


Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Greendale any more


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Comments

[threeolives]

Not quite as sweet when you're running for your life. [ Or listening to the screams of your dying friends. ]

Still, it's not all bad. Most of what the City throws at us is more amusing than deadly. [ She eyes his ensemble. ] Something tells me you'll fit right in.

[metaman]

Really?

[There's a hint of tragic hopefulness in his voice. He's never really fit in, not even with the study group. The idea of really belonging somewhere and not being a series' brief attempt at changing genre is novel.]

[threeolives]

Sure, there's all sorts here. Private detectives, Norse gods, people who can do magic, and people who ...wear pillows on their heads. I'm sure you'll find your niche.

[metaman]

That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me. Thank you.