As you try in vain to wrench your arm free from the grasp of the soap bubble-like wall, the edges rapidly turn to a steely grey stone, rippling the thin elasticy material about your wrist. As you heave, you realize the more you pull, the further entangled you become. With a dull thud, the stone closes around your arm and you become completely stuck.

Too bad, so sad.

Better Luck Next Time. Oh wait, there isn't one.

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