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|CH3oprah/flee2||Score: 0||Moves: 0|
You try to run, but your extreme slowness slows you.
The guard opens fire...
Your pet griffin, sensing that you need to ("Four...") flee, scoops you up and tears through the air like there's no tomorrow (which may very well be true).
"Wow. Never seen anyone haul ass like that before. Eh...he's gone, and I can get back to doing nothing."
Where do you want your griffin to go?