Me again I'm going good on my promise of updates haha! Because I have no life right now. :-)

The plot thickens and the drama escalates.

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Chapter 12

True to her word Ivy did head back to her apartment on 4th and 32nd. After easily procuring the key from her landlord who was filled with the deepest of sincerities for what had happened to her, she had been grateful for the lift that took her up to her 5th floor home. The conversation with Jill had gone on for longer than she had expected and she was happy to be in such a familiar place. All she wanted was to go to bed for another long sleep. For the rate she was being paid during FBI training, Ivy's apartment was certainly decent and if she lived in any other city but New York then her apartment would be very affordable for its size. Opening her fridge she was greeted with the smell of off milk and other substances that made her recoil in disgust. She had forgotten that there was nothing really safe to eat and made a quick stop off at the grocery shop round the corner. Dumping a bag of various meats, as she had felt an urge for protein so her body could go back to the fortress she had constructed before; she flopped onto her sofa with a sandwich that was far too large for her hand. She closed her eyes as a swell of comfort surrounded her and the need to close her eyes and just sleep became overwhelming. Before she even knew it, Ivy had already begun to doze. An hour or so later in which the day felt like it was already over due to the early time she arose, Ivy woke and in a bleary state of mind switched on the plasma in front of her. It was on the news once again as her television always appeared to be on, waiting for news of the Jigsaw Killer's next move. She half expected to see some dodgy footage of herself or a camera waiting outside the hospital she was admitted to but CBS news appeared to have a much more interesting story than her mad escape. She wondered for a dazed moment whether another game had already happened.

While the Jigsaw games continue their bloody and deadly streak, another survivor has come forward. Dr Lawrence Gordon whom was in the still mysterious bathroom trap alongside Ivy Reeves, another recent survivor who was found stumbling out of nowhere three days ago, has come to the local police station startling the Detectives of the Jigsaw case at his remarkably unharmed nature. The hospital has confirmed that Ivy Reeves has been released today while Lawrence Gordon has been checked in. Remarkably the Doctor is in a good state of health despite what we know from fellow survivor Ivy Reeve's story of their joint trap with still missing victim Adam Faulker; the Doctor sawed off his own foot to save his family. All of the Gordon family are now safe with the police force baffled as to how and why Dr Gordon's foot has been properly treated by Jigsaw with the Doctor himself saying that he was helped "because he passed." Doctor Gordon becomes the fifth Jigsaw victim to have survived a trap after Amanda Young, Jeff Ridenhour, Sydney Johnson and Ivy Reeves.

The authorities are still on the look out for the remote location of this sinister bathroom trap and for Adam Faulker. The police have released a statement saying that if anyone knows anything about the Jigsaw games, Adam Faulker's whereabouts or the location of these deadly games to come forward now.

Ivy nearly dropped the remote in surprise. Lawrence's resurfacing into society was certainly shocking and sudden, Ivy hadn't even properly entertained the idea of Lawrence surviving alongside her. Her mind could only picture herself as the sole survivor of that trap and a small part of her felt that Lawrence was still in the bathroom along with Adam. She knew she had to do the right thing and visit the hospital to see him. So turning off her plasma and standing once again, a slight irritation forming in her forehead as she knew it was going to be an incredibly long day; Ivy began to make a slow way back out of her apartment to hail a taxi. She did not want to be back at the hospital so soon and she guessed that Lawrence would have been admitted to the same hospital that she was and so naturally headed over there. Having the understanding that John was going to 'take care' of Lawrence had completely relieved the burden of his fate from Ivy's shoulders, unlike Adam, Lawrence had successfully passed and he had been John's to do with as he wished. Ivy wouldn't have had any say on what happened to the Doctor she shared that miserable bathroom with even if she had tried. Nor had she tried to get in contact with his family to speak about the game. The only thing that had been on her mind was Adam and her new job.

On arriving at the hospital Ivy was surprised to see a distinct lack of cameras and on seeing the receptionist's look of surprise that she was back so soon Ivy soon understood that her Doctor friend was not in residence. After repeatedly assuring the receptionist that she did not need to be re-admitted she learned her fellow survivor had been admitted to his own hospital, St Eustace under some sense of bizarre nostalgia. So after wasting another 10 dollars in taxis she arrived at the correct hospital and was forced to sit in the waiting room while the nurses checked to see if it was alright for me to visit. Waiting was an incredibly boring and irksome affair in which many other visitors would point and whisper behind their backs. She wanted to walk out more and more with every word passed around the room about Jigsaw who was fixed on the waiting room's tv. Eventually Ivy stood up and angrily switched it off, the footage of one of her Uncle's puppets laughing mockingly as the screen faded to black. She sat back down in her seat regretting the action as every eye fixed itself on her form with even more intensity. She was grateful when a nurse came back announcing that Lawrence was very keen to speak with her.

The Doctor was sitting on the edge of his bed with a Doctor examining what looked like a badly patched up false leg made out of leather. His expression was not the look or morose self-pity Ivy had expected to see, instead the Doctor was calmly explaining the details he knew of his recent shoddy surgery.

"I was conscious for the procedure and of course it hurt, particularly while he was cleaning the wound and disinfecting it." Lawrence railed off as if this was another run of the mill patient and not himself.

"The stitching is very well put together." Commented the fellow Doctor and Ivy suddenly felt very awkward standing in the doorframe, as if she was deeply intruding.

"It is passable for now yet I'm sure we can add a sturdier base for a little more support do you not think Chris?" Asked Lawrence and his friend nodded slowly after tapping the construction a couple of times to check for unravelling.

"Are you sure the guy that stitched you up wasn't a Doctor himself?"

"No not at all, all his equipment and tools were crude and barbarian. I think the procedure was as painful as...well you know." He finished quietly and Chris shot him a sympathetic look.

"Well Allison and Diana are glad your alright. They seemed happy when they left earlier." Commented Chris as he straightened up and Lawrence began to set himself against his pillows.

"Nothing was better than seeing Diana again." Replied Lawrence with a genuine smile as he relived the encounter once again with shining eyes. "She brought me a drawing she did of me, Allison and herself all holding hands. She'd already added in the missing foot." He added bitterly before glancing at Ivy for a half second. "Come in Ivy, you don't have to stand there like an interrupting school girl." He added and Ivy started at the monosyllabic greeting. She wasn't quite sure what she had expected, not a warm hug and a good natter about their time together in the rank bathroom, but a little more than a subtle rebuttal as if she was no more than one of his patients. Her eyes narrowed at the Doctor before boldly standing right at the end of his bed. The other Doctor stared at her for a moment, locked eyes with Lawrence and with a small cough nodded to the senior Doctor and bowed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"I didn't expect you to come so quickly." Said Lawrence with a small smile and Ivy relax a little at the slightly warmer greeting.

"Of course I wanted to visit you. I needed to see how you were and how you were coping with it all." Ivy replied, feeling quite at ease now with the Doctor whose presence always managed to fill her with a tranquility.

"You mean despite adjusting to having a foot missing and knowing I'll be with a constant limp for the rest of my life?" Asked Lawrence quickly, his words cutting and jabbing as he carried on in a rapid manner "On top of my wife's discovery of my long winded affair that came out thanks to what the police have pieced together from your story, the pieces I've told them and the original time they questioned me when they thought I was an accomplice. My marriage is in irrevocable tatters, my little Diana is still having nightmares and I'm surrounded by pitying colleagues all the time who keep reminding me I'm more than welcome once I'm healed and yet I don't know if I even want to carry on being a Doctor after all this." Ivy opened her mouth and stepped back a little. It was as if a fountain had burst inside the placid Doctor and was spewing forth in the spiel of angry words. All the secrets he had been forced to hide from her were suddenly brimming to the surface with only Ivy having even the slightest capacity to understand the array of complex emotions coursing through Lawrence Gordon. Yet even more suddenly Lawrence began laughing and was beckoning Ivy closer to him. She obeyed looking more and more like a lost puppy with every step. "I'm sorry Ivy. It's just releasing, you know. To finally be free to start my life again if I want to." He took her hand in his own and offered her another small smile. "We did it." He whispered and Ivy returned his smile. "We survived, we'll never have to go through all that shit again."

"Yes we did." She answered and a happy look across Lawrence's face. His childlike made Ivy laugh again. "But Lawrence, what happened after I left you?"

Lawrence broke off in his happy thoughts to look blankly at her. He peered around and lowered his voice "Well I know that John had words with you and that you met Amanda, yes I know he's your Uncle and that Amanda is his apprentice." He added quickly as Ivy tried to shush him, the thought of stifling him with a pillow also seemed tempting. "I know that the games aren't going to stop and that...that there is nothing we can do to save Adam." He finished darkly.

"So you've been feeling guilty too then."

"Jesus Christ Ivy it's like a constant stab of regret in my chest." He replied vehemently.

"Well then you know that we have to do something to help him." She jumped on her idea and Lawrence stared at her as if she was an alien.

"We can't." He said simply. "He failed his test and we can't go against your Uncle."

"But Lawrence he hadn't failed. Look I have a theory that there was no way for Adam to win." Ivy protested, desperate for Lawrence to agree with her. "Look my Aunt, Jill told me that Adam's key was in the bathtub and neither of us saw a key. What if there never was one or something similar, then he had no way of escaping and his hacksaw broke so be couldn't cut his foot off..."

"Please don't go into it." Begged Lawrence frowning.

"Okay I'm sorry but you must see what I'm getting at. There was something missing in his game." Ivy rattled on and Lawrence held up a hand and she fell silent, once again being reminded of being in front of the principal at school.

"I do understand what you mean. But you can't go and save him, he may not even be alive." Explained Lawrence calmly. "Do you really want to go back and find a dead corpse waiting for you. I asked about Adam too and John just said that there was nothing any of us could do to help him. It's fate."

"It's not fate if someone has completely fucked up his game though is it?" Shouted Ivy, why couldn't these people just understand? "You had a reason to do what you did Lawrence, you had your family to think about and I...well I did have it pretty easy in the end didn't I? But Adam could only sit there like a lemon and let himself get shot..."

"Look Ivy, I know you always preferred Adam over me and that you would rather have had it that he surv..."

"I'm not saying that he deserved to live over you because he didn't." Ivy retorted back, this seemed to halt Lawrence in his steady refusals; "I just don't think his chance was fair and if I can go back and help him or at least explain my theory to John then perhaps we can save him." A worried look crossed Lawrence's face now and he sat up straighter in his pillows, "I just can't sit back and let an opportunity like this pass me by when we promised we'd come back for him. There is a chance he is still alive, if he's been smart in there, and I think we should start cherishing life, just like John wants."

Lawrence gave her the time to calm down, allowing a long enough pause to soak in her words before speaking himself. "I did make a promise. I promise I knew I couldn't keep." He murmured slowly, refusing to look at her. "I understand you completely and the knowledge that we could have done something is... it's heart wrenching but please Ivy, do not become obsessed over saving him. Because if you do find him dead then I don't want you slipping down the same road as Tapp. Obsessions like that can destroy your soul, it's the same with drugs or gambling. If you expect to be the great hero and find the worst possible situation, it could drive you mad." Lawrence tried with as much coaxing as possible in his voice. "Then you'll start thinking that if only you hadn't left without going back and you'll start reliving all the many times you could have done something when you couldn't. It is best, and healthiest for you to remain ignorant. There is a book called 1984, I don't know if you've read it," He supplied and Ivy quirked an eyebrow up.

"I've heard of it. A big sci-fi book." She ventured and Lawrence nodded eagerly.

"Yeah and there's some famous lines and one of them is that 'ignorance is peace.' I think this is one of those rare times." He finished owlishly and Ivy was sent into a realm of silence. "But yes, I do think something went wrong in that bathroom."

"Thank you." She whispered quietly. A sudden tapping on the door of Lawrence's hospital room made both of the survivors jump before looking at each other. Lawrence's room was opened with a special key to prevent unwanted company, Ivy had only wished she had been allowed the same privilege but she presumed that what you got for working as a surgeon at the hospital you were being treated at.

"Ignore it, they'll go away." Muttered Lawrence trying to pull the blanket up closer to his neck. Ivy gave him a helping hand making sure he was comfortable and he gave her a small sincere smile.

"Yo Larry dude. Open up I know you and the chick are in there." Came the crude voice from behind the door. Lawrence and Ivy shared a nauseated look and silently agreed to leave the voice to its own devices. Ivy reached over to hand Lawrence his cup of water which he gratefully accepted. "Come on, Scott Tibbs from the band Wrath of the Gods here, perhaps you've heard of me."

"That name is familiar to me." Ivy said quietly and Lawrence shushed her.

"Not to me." He replied.

"Come on chick, I'm a friend of Adam's." The voice tempted and Ivy made a sudden movement towards the door.

"Ivy leave it he's an idiot, a reporter looking for a good picture. He's bullshitting about Adam." Reasoned Lawrence but Ivy continued a brisk pace towards the door, ignoring the Doctor.

"No don't you remember? Adam mentioned him."

"No I don't." Grumbled the Doctor as Ivy opened the door a crack. Scott Tibbs straightened instantly from his slouched position against the door and tried to enter the room. Ivy slammed her hand on the door ensuring he could proceed no further.

"Woah chill out babe. I'm only after a couple of questions about my buddy Adam, did he escape with you guys or is he..."

"I don't think anyone that stabbed their someone with a rusty nail when they were children can be considered a close enough friend for any of the information we know." Ivy snapped nastily at the pathetic rocker whose eyes widened in a challenging smile. She glanced at another guy with a camera filming everything she said and before she could allow herself to become any angrier, slammed the door back in its place. Walking back to Lawrence who was looking at her oddly yet not disapproving she slumped onto the end of his bed.

"So you think he's dead?" Came the irritating voice once again and Ivy growled under her breath.

"If he doesn't leave soon I'm going to fucking..."

"He's an idiot, although I don't remember Adam mentioning him." Said Lawrence shaking his head.

"He did when he had that rant at you about what else you didn't know about him." Ivy informed honestly, a chuckle escaping her lips as she recalled his sarcastic nature.

"Oh yeah." Scuffling sounds came from outside and Ivy allowed her body to relax a little more. "Security." Explained Lawrence, "This hospital is pretty tight right now. He probably snuck in anyway."

"Look I don't intend for you to come with me to help Adam, your my friend or so I hope now and you have your family to look after." Said Ivy attempting to steer the conversation back on its path before the interruption.

"Haha yeah, family." Muttered Lawrence, "I don't know how much family I'll have once I'm out of here." He said hotly and Ivy shrugged.

"They have to be pretty cold to cut things off with you after all you've been through. I mean you lost a limb in the process."

"Well a foot." Corrected the Doctor with a smile again, happy at Ivy's humorous take and beyond everything else grateful that she was not nearly shaking with pity for him.

Ivy decided she may as well as fill Lawrence in a little more on what was happening while he was cooped up recovering. "I have a meeting of sorts with my Uncle tonight to discuss some things that I'm not sure I should tell you yet."

Lawrence nodded in acceptance, "I just appreciate you keeping me in the loop. I think I'm in the same predicament." He revealed and Ivy looked at him in surprise not thinking he would ever want to get caught up in some mess with Jigsaw, "I just hope we can tell each other in due course, as friends."

She too nodded and they gave each other another tentative smile. Ivy placed a hand over his own again and made to leave. "Have a good recovery Larry." She smirked and made her way over to the door. She glanced at the clock to see she had been in the hospital for over three hours. The blaring red numbers she had seen so often at other Jigsaw traps made her turn back around to the Doctor now fussing with his bed covers. "There's another apprentice I think we should watch out for." She began and Lawrence's eyes widened in surprise. Apparently John had not shared this with him. "His name is Mark Hoffman, he's a Detective on the Jigsaw cases. You can leave him to me, but I think he may be trouble." She confided and Lawrence looked down to his blue blanket and then back to her.

"Thanks. I'll be sure to add him to my dangerous and dodgy list." He smiled and Ivy grinned before walking out of the door. The clock read 1:00pm.

It was around 4:00 in the afternoon when Ivy found herself taking the subway to the abandoned Meat Packing District, apparently the location of her Uncle's workshops. Taking a taxi had been far too revealing, especially if the driver caught onto what she was doing. The days were growing dark quickly and Ivy felt most comfortable entering back into the unknown while there was still a bit of sunlight. Slipping in through one of the back doors with only a scalpel taken from Lawrence's hospital and a bottle of water in her trouser pocket, Ivy felt so unprepared. The scalpel was digging into her hip, having been strung onto her belt as an ominously oppressive hallway greeted her, hurried footsteps sounded down from the door and the urge for flight ran like shivers all over Ivy's flesh enacting goosebumps. She couldn't help but feel that she had walked into another trap and as the footsteps were a foot away from her she quickly ducked into the shadows behind what looked like an oil barrel as a figure holding a baseball bat and dripping blood from his shoulder hurtled past. Ivy's breath caught in her throat at how close a call it had been. She had presumed that if she had remained standing in the victim's way he would have killed her without a second thought, something in the frenzied way he had been staggering through the hallway was disturbing as she risked a peep over the top of the oil drum. Suddenly a secret door on the victim's right burst open as the door slammed against the dirty wall, the low lighting in the hallway caused for an even bigger surprise as a figure wearing a pig mask and robes of black with a red trim accosted the unseeing victim and with a strangled cry a needle piercing the unfortunate soul's neck and he slumped unconscious in the pighead's arms.

"Hey!" Ivy called out to the pighead before she could even stop herself. The pighead advanced on her quicker than lightening and was bearing down on her, Ivy drew the scalpel from her belt and brandished it in front of her. The pighead stopped, their expression indiscernible under the mask. It had abandoned its other victim entirely now and stood facing off against the quaking Ivy.

A laugh escaped from the pighead, a rather feminine laugh as the pighead withdrew the mask, "You are either really brave or really stupid." Mocked Amanda, dumping the pig mask on the oil barrel carelessly. Her dark eyeliner was smudged and she was out of breath, her eyes pulsing in their sockets. "There was a number on that post-it note for a reason."

"Well there's nothing like a face to face." Said Ivy lowering her weapon and Amanda smirked.

"I'm still not sure how I feel about you." She shared as the apprentice made her way back over to the limp body. He was a dark skinned young man who looked oddly familiar.

"Is he related to Tapp?" Asked Ivy in surprise and Amanda nodded.

"Yeah his kid. Got into some trouble stealing his daddy's files aiding unknowing in the death of that cop Sing." She replied. "He then published everything in an article, he's a reporter. Remind you of someone else we know?" She asked cockily piercing Ivy with her dark eyes.

"And so he's being tested for the same thing as me?" Asked Ivy not understanding where John and Amanda were going with this.

"I guess your soulmates." Supplied Amanda as she began dragging the body back through the secret passage. "Come on." She added beckoning Ivy to the passageway. "I swear I'm not gonna get you too. Lucky for you, you had the sense to hide or you'd be a goner and John wouldn't be too happy about that."

"Yeah I didn't really expect to find myself in a game so quickly. You transporting him to another trap?" She asked a little surprised at how normal the conversation was as she didn't bother to help Amanda. She felt dirty enough right now for not helping the poor bugger.

"Nah he got too close to the exit, so we've gotta have insurance incase he slips away on us." Was Ivy's answer and she let out a small 'huh.'

Stepping out of the other side of the cobweb filled passage way Ivy found herself back in the cellars of the house. "The sewage system I presume."

"You got it. They run all over this part of the town, makes it real easy to get around." Amanda informed as she struggled with the heavy body, "Don't help me."

"Don't want my finger prints all over him. New cop remember." Ivy quipped and Amanda rolled her eyes playfully.

"Touche. Right you go left, I go right. You'll remember the office, just by the stairs up to the house." Amanda didn't bother to say goodbye and just set off again with the body while Ivy walked down the familiar passages. The blood trail from Lawrence's stump and where they had struggled through the passages together was still visible like a direct pathway back to the bathroom for her to follow. Resisting all the fibres in her body that crawled inside her reasoning to pull her towards that bathroom, Ivy raised a knuckle and knocked a couple of times on John's office door.

"Come in." Came a soft voice and Ivy turned the rusty door casting a glance to the door beside it that had been Lawrence's healing room. John was once again behind his desk with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, he looked paler than when they had last met but he smiled warmly at her all the same. "Have you made a decision?" He asked gently and Ivy shut the door behind her.

"I'm not staying for long." She began, "But you were right." John leaned forward in his seat and smiled at her. "They offered me the job, working for the FBI but inside homicide." She elaborated and John's smile grew. "How did you know they would do that?"

"Well like I have told Mark, if your good at anticipating the human mind you'll find that it leaves nothing to chance, and that's a direct quote."

Ivy tilted her head at another one of her Uncle's mystifying sentences, "What does that mean exactly, you know how people are going to react in their traps? You can sort of guess who is going to survive?"

"Precisely." Answered John, "I am no all seeing being that can know exactly but by examining these people in their natural habitats, so to speak, I can determine the most likely outcome and plan ahead and if they surprise me as our dear Doctor did then I will have a back-up planned out just in case."

"But that rarely happens." Ivy concluded understanding her Uncle a little more now and also feeling relatively surprised that he believed Lawrence would fail.

"Rarely." Repeated John with a smirk. He was adjusting some of the pictures in front of him, one showing a woman bending over a car door.

"I think I get it." She nodded, before clearing her head. "And I'm going to accept." She told John who had risen out of his chair to rest a hand on her shoulder. "So that means that I will be your eyes and ears."

John enveloped her in a gentle hug which she awkwardly accepted. He was so frail Ivy thought she would snap him in two if she squeezed him any tighter. "I greatly appreciate what you are doing for me." He stepped back and gave her a real brightening smile that made Ivy smile back. "Mark Hoffman is the priority yet I need you to observe the other homicide Detectives. Be as uninvolved in the cases as you can be, don't solve any leads unless it is necessary for you. Leave that to the others and Mark. You will be brought to the crime scenes and will assist but the information you supply must come from me. I am suspicious about some of the other Detectives too and I am sure their tests will come but the key for you is to be completely ignorant. Now hurry, I cannot guarantee when Mark will return. Only come to me when you are summoned and not before."

She nodded again a spike of fear bolting through her at the knowledge that Mark may discover her before she had even started, if so then a serious change of tack would be needed. She opened the door and was greeted by that same trail of blood and turned once again back to John as she felt she had done so many times with her family over the last couple of days.

"There is something else on your mind?" Asked John seeing Ivy's hesitant face and her lips pursed together.

"How do you know if your traps went the way they were supposed to go?" She asked.

John frowned a little and crossed his arms, "By how I said before about understanding the human mind. I know it is a complicated theory to grasp."

"No I'm not referring to the theory but, how do you know that things don't happen that weren't meant to?"

"Can you give me an example?" Her Uncle asked once again moving to seat himself behind his desk. Ivy knew she was treading in treacherous waters and she was also aware of Mark returning but she plunged further.

"I don't think so, but do you set up all of your games on your own?" She asked still not looking at him but at the filing cabinet as a focal point while fitting the last puzzle piece together.

"So far I have designed all of the games, but often I allow Amanda or Mark to assist me in setting them up. And I have enough trust in them to believe they follow my rules." He replied with another small smile as he settled back to his work outlining a drawing of something sinister with eyeholes.

"Thank you for indulging me." Ivy thanked courteously and made sure the door was shut behind before turning a sharp right following the blood through the cellars. She half expected to see some sort of warning telling her to turn back now in red paint along the halls but all that greeted her was silence. She and Lawrence had really not travelled that far when she had been dragging him to their salvation and before she knew it she was standing in front of the ageing and rusty industrial door. Ivy could practically see the warning pasted on the door. Do you really want to know? She paused for a full minute trying to control her breathing that prevented her from opening the door, however now she peered through the gloom she saw that there was a tiny crack in the door. It was already open. Her heart kicking up into her throat and pulling her scalpel at the ready Ivy, as quietly as she could began to slide the heavy door open. She could hear a scuffling sound and the sound of crying that tore at her heart as she slowly crossed the room's threshold. A revolting smell of what could only be described as death hit her nostrils and made her want to keel over on the floor, she turned her head to the side and saw the outline of Lawrence's decapitated foot near a gleaming, scarlet hacksaw and the urge to vomit became very strong however the scuffling had turned into moans and struggles along with a sound that Ivy knew didn't belong in a bathroom. It was like the sound of pulling cling film.

A torch looked as if it had been dropped and was facing the door shining its obscure light over the bloody tiles that were now more red than white and Zepp's body had entered its decomposition state. The skin all marred and sightless where Adam had hit him with the toilet top. She prayed she wouldn't see the same fate and crying had joined that strange mix of noises. Ivy bent down and gingerly picked up the torch, the light travelling to where she knew Adam was chained. She nearly dropped the torch and her scalpel as Amanda's frightened and make-up dripping face stared into the light like a deer in headlights. Her hands had frozen still around the plastic, transparent bag through which a struggling Adam was still fighting for his life.


Oh my god oh my god oh my god I know I'm pure evil!

BUT ADAM'S ALIVE!

LARRY IS ALIVE!

SCOTT TIBS IS HERE oh...

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