I throw my hands up in the air and phone Zombie "Zombie stop flooding The Fucking Mall we've already had enough of that shit, oh and or else what you may ask in a second, or else I will shove my foot so far up your ass you'll be puking my shoe polish!" I said over the phone
"Hey, it's not my fault the Mall is flooding. It's the faulty plumbing that's causing it. [small]And at least it's not the apartment from MF8[/small]."
The water is now up to everyone's waist.
"No, it won't. Unless you're blowing a hole in the hull in which case we'll probably die when we go into space. Or we'll have to sit around for even more time waiting for the ship to get fixed."
[small]"Yeah, it's probably radiating from that ion cannon."[/small] I mutter to myself. Standing slightly away from the water (Now filled with wildfire), I fling a lit match in.
However, this happens on a slightly smaller scale.
Unfortunately the water has flooded all the entirety of the mall, at shoulder height. This includes the sub-basements which are technically beneath the mall. Fortunately, they're underwater.
"YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER! YOUR LUNG CAPACITY IS LIMITED!"
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