Alfie ran right out the alley, and kept on running down the street.
Before too long, his movement was heavily restricted by his tightening clothes, and he was now reduced to a awkward staggering.
it was only a matter of time till the cops found him.
Suddenly, his leather belt snapped in two, with the buckle going off with a ping, shooting all the way to the rubbish bins.
before too long, his feet began to chafe. his shoes were now getting from size 9 to size 6, and now his feet were hurting.
"Gotta.... keep.... going...." Alfie squeaked, for His face was now very rapidly turning purple, from not being able to breathe.
He saw another alley a few miles down the path.
He struggled on. His feet began to chafe. His waist ached, and he could feel himself turning purple from not being able to breathe.
so...
what happened next?
tell me pleez