[Well, she won't hesitate. She's going to try to punch out with some color, but of course, as always, a memory comes into being.]
[The world of Tubular Bells (21-48) is not a kind one. A foe to defeat, to protect a young girl, and the vital mission she's gone through. But even so, the tables seem to turn. One hand, sliced off. The other, sliced off. But she knows she's had the upper hand.]
[For when he goes to blow another of his balloon animals to direct to her, the "scent" is already on the flesh integrated with his body forces them back within his own head. She gives him a choice. Pass out and die, or choose the hard way.]
[And of course, in his anger, he chooses the hard way.]
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[Well, she won't hesitate. She's going to try to punch out with some color, but of course, as always, a memory comes into being.]
[The world of Tubular Bells (21-48) is not a kind one. A foe to defeat, to protect a young girl, and the vital mission she's gone through. But even so, the tables seem to turn. One hand, sliced off. The other, sliced off. But she knows she's had the upper hand.]
[For when he goes to blow another of his balloon animals to direct to her, the "scent" is already on the flesh integrated with his body forces them back within his own head. She gives him a choice. Pass out and die, or choose the hard way.]
[And of course, in his anger, he chooses the hard way.]
[Hot Pants stands...and just closes her eyes.]
...Tch. Could've been worse.
[COULD'VE BEEN WORSE?]