Things were not going well for Brap. Oh sure, he'd had a momentary glimpse of hope when he'd seen the surveillance cameras. He'd even convinced a slightly less terrified fellow to explain to him just where the camera's data was stored. But that was when everything had gone down hill (that is to say, it went badly. Going down hill isn't always necessarily a bad thing. I'd imagine many skiers and tobogganers would agree that everything has its, like, place, and its all totally like, relative and stuff)
After his discussion with the less-terrified-fellow, Brap had tried the elevator which, had he bothered to read the warning, possessed nearly the exact inability to carry his weight for more than the exact amount of time it would take to wedge him between floors before stalling and dying altogether. That was bad.
Someone had called the police. That was bad.
He had to pee. This whole thing was just downright bad.
"Stupid planet." Brap brapped.
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