Alright, another short chapter. Just one more, I swear.
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Groaning, MacGyver tried to get up, but the pain in his head was blinding. He took that as a sign to stay down, and brought his head back down to the floor. Looking around, he noticed that there were boxes everywhere and even some of the tall shelves had fallen down, along with their boxes.
"Maybe Willis was right," he thought. "I do seem to get hurt a lot. Oh well."
He decided to try and get up again, just slower this time. Experimentally, he raised his head. When the room stopped spinning, he pushed himself up a little with his arms. Finally he got to a sitting position, and decided to look for a way out of his box prison.
Scanning the area, he didn't see much, until one of the open boxes caught his eye. He stood up carefully and walked to the box. Inside was an electrical device that was pretty much a huge magnet.
"Hey, I could use this to get most of the boxes away from the door of the building. After all, pretty much everything in these boxes are metallic," he reasoned.
Scouting for the best spot, he went over to a corner and set the device down. He then switched it on and waited. As he watched, boxes began to pull his way.
Smiling, he watched as they all began to move. That smile disappeared, however, when he realized that him pulling the boxes like so, meant that they were about to fall on him. Again.
He then ran to the opposite corner as best he could, but he was still running a little slow. Diving, he just barely got away from the tower of boxes that had just fallen. He had, however, got hit on his shoulder by a box, and was now sporting a nasty bruise.
The good news was that almost all the boxes were gone. The bad news was that he passed out.
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Groaning, MacGyver tried to get up, but the pain in his head was blinding. He took that as a sign to stay down, and brought his head back down to the floor. Looking around, he noticed that there were boxes everywhere and even some of the tall shelves had fallen down, along with their boxes.
"Maybe Willis was right," he thought. "I do seem to get hurt a lot. Oh well."
He decided to try and get up again, just slower this time. Experimentally, he raised his head. When the room stopped spinning, he pushed himself up a little with his arms. Finally he got to a sitting position, and decided to look for a way out of his box prison.
Scanning the area, he didn't see much, until one of the open boxes caught his eye. He stood up carefully and walked to the box. Inside was an electrical device that was pretty much a huge magnet.
"Hey, I could use this to get most of the boxes away from the door of the building. After all, pretty much everything in these boxes are metallic," he reasoned.
Scouting for the best spot, he went over to a corner and set the device down. He then switched it on and waited. As he watched, boxes began to pull his way.
Smiling, he watched as they all began to move. That smile disappeared, however, when he realized that him pulling the boxes like so, meant that they were about to fall on him. Again.
He then ran to the opposite corner as best he could, but he was still running a little slow. Diving, he just barely got away from the tower of boxes that had just fallen. He had, however, got hit on his shoulder by a box, and was now sporting a nasty bruise.
The good news was that almost all the boxes were gone. The bad news was that he passed out.