>Um, 16, 13, 12?
OMAR: “Sixteen!”
SAM: “Twelve.”
DANIEL: “Thirteen!”
ANDERS: “Very well then, dear friends, I suppose that will be it!”
???: “LEAVE.”
ANDERS: “██ ███ ████████ ███ █████ ███ ███████████ ████████ █████ ██ █████”
SAM: “What.”
That made utterly no sense.
The twisty smoke pours from Anders’ forehead, and he collapses forwards, groaning.
