You vote to leave and dive back through the portal as it snaps shut, every head screaming.
A screen glows with the words ‘DON’T PANIC’. You’re back in the dumpster, with only your middle head.
From a dark trash-filled corner, a voice says: “That was quick.”
You stagger back with a yelp. In reply there’s a loud belch and the stink of decayed food.
You shove the dumpster’s lid open and the streetlamp reveals two eye stalks. The dumpster slug blinks. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” it says, as a mass of grasping zombies haul you from the dumpster to devour your flesh.
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Ouch! Poor guy.
Dumpster slug, hehe. Awesome.
Alas, panic was had and so marks the end.