I grab my vision and the rats fall in line. I execute them one by one with what little ceremony I can muster in the cramped pipes of the sewers. Then, I continue on, down the pipes, until I spill out of a sewer grate and into the sluggish river below. The people on the walkway above laugh and, in rage, I try to shout at them, but my mouth will not obey me. Instead, it turns on me, curling backwards and eating me whole.
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