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Survivor

Volcano

Wilson P. Higgsbury

There's a cool breeze blowing in from outside.

An egress to the outside.

Time to split this scene.

An egress from this balmy neighborhood.

I will not let the door hit me on the way out!

I weary of this infernal realm.

I must take my leave.

We can escape the heat here.

Shall I leave this place of hot death?

Back to the "Regular" world.

Ms. Wickerbottom

The return to more comfortable temperatures!

WILBA EXEUNT

I'd hate to leave this place...

Goodbye!

Time to scoot.

'Tis nigh time me be leavin' this dread place.

Out

IT'S PROBABLY NOT WISE TO SUBJECT MY SERVOS TO THESE CONDITIONS