Gus, Trainer, of Puppets Mall Exodus VI

Moments later, a furious Michael stormed in, eyes ablaze with determination. But the moment he stepped closer, he was faced with an army of Penneys and Guses—four, five, six reflections dizzying his focus. “What?! Which one is real?!” he bellowed, frustration splattering onto the walls. “Time to play, Michael!” Penney called out cheerfully. “Thanks for coming to our show!” The laughter from behind them—the teenagers, the Bunny, and the overall allure of their escape room adventure—turned the tension into pure comic chaos. Michael, now lost in the funhouse of mirrors and illusions, momentarily froze in befuddlement. As his gaze darted and the gleam of confusion started to settle, Penney and Gus seized their moment. “Let’s get out of here!” they shouted, hand-in-hand running down the hall toward what truly felt like freedom, the echoes of their laughter trailing behind them, like farts. Once more, as the chaos of the mall became a distant memory, they could sense that they’d survived a wild adventure—but not without the magic that came from both friendship and a sprinkling of absurdity in the heart of a place where fantasy could intertwine with reality. After all, in a world that sometimes felt like an endless loop of chaos, assassinations and CIA controlled Media, they had found their own sanctuary, a kind of brotherhood befitting a brave and whimsical hero's tale—surreally absurd, but undeniably memorable. Unlike the Satanic Olympics in Paris, which probably lost money, and embarrassed the people of France, leaving communist Beijing, snickering from poetic, politics-apologetics.