The writhing mass of goo was suddenly straining to stretch.
[What's happening to us?] Josephine said as she strained to pull away.
[Is it just me, or is this closet really cold?] Colin asked.
Josephine looked around until her gaze fixed onto some bad signs.
There were boxes of uncooked hamburgers piled in a corner.
Ice cream tubs lined a shelf labeled "For Pregnant Subjects".
A whole pig was on a pile of ice with a note labeled "for next month's luau".
Josephine's eyes couldn't be sen at that moment, but her pupils were like pinpricks.
[This isn't a closet....] she said.
[W-What?] Colin asked with a "shiver".
[This isn't a closet.] Josephine repeated, [We need to get out of here...]
[If this isn't a closet, then...] Colin was cut off by Josephine screaming.
[WE'RE IN A FREEZER! GET US OUT BEFORE WE FRE-!]
It was too late: the cold had turned the outside of the slime mass into a thick, icy shell.
Pharall grinned from his monitor.
He suspected there was going to be some type of hostile takeover when one of his scientist's failed experiments wasn't disposed of according to records.
He had watched the whole thing and rerouted the janitor's digital map to take the goopy escape artists into the mess hall freezer.
The doctor wasn't going to let anything interfere with his plans.
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Game Over: Talk about a cold reception.