No clip!
[Darnold and Benrey clip through the wall.]
[Outside the map is just as barren and empty as Deadrey remembers, Black Mesa floating in an endless abyss- it’s enough to send an old man into hysterics.]
Deadrey: i hear something.
[99 beyblades on the wall, 99 beyblades. take one down, pass it around...
this doesn’t work with beyblaaaaades...]













