...escaping from a viscious horde of obese man-hating dykes, our hero quickly scales a cliff of some freakish height pushing past the strangling grip of vertigo that is ever present on a standard office day such as this...

    The pursuing frothy lesbians did in fact manage to catch up to my fleeing person only to find out that what they had caught was not in fact, me, who they thought they had been chasing but a cleverly disguised University lecturer who (shall remain nameless, and...) had no idea who was chasing him, why these angry love-munchers were pursuing him, or what he was doing running up and down a bloody mountain at 7:30 in the morning. He hadn't yet made the realisation that he was dressed up as the great Emanzo - super spy extrordinare... yours truly.

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