“The
heck is plan B?” Lavi asked suspiciously. He was glad to distract Allen
from demanding more explanations, but his friend’s words weren’t very
reassuring. Lavi has seen enough action flicks to know that plan B
was usually nothing good. And judging from how tight the window frame
was around his ribs, chances were he’ll have to brace himself for just
that.
“We take your shirt off and rub butter or something on you. Like what people do with rings to get them off, you know?” Allen said in a completely casual voice, trying to look completely serious and not laugh. He started pushing on Lavi’s shoulders. “Try to wiggle out first though, I dont think we have much butter left.”
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