By the Post Office, Friday afternoon

[intotheout]

They had a giant, slapdash sling. They had three bowling balls, one for each of them. And they had something of a plan.

Tip stared up at the massive stone-and-metal thing that had reportedly once been her counterpart in this hell universe. The crack wasn't as big as she thought it was. But it was bigger than she'd been afraid it was

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[hexentotchen]

Hanna was looking upward, and trying not to shudder. Whatever had happened to this universe's Tip, it hadn't happened to her roommate. That was the important thing to remember. "If anyone should know what her weaknesses are, it should be you. And... if it doesn't work, maybe we can build a grenade launcher." She paused. "You know. With some help."

[verzauberth]

Hanna bounced on her toes, and gave a small sound like something in the underbrush, sneaking. She stopped and said, "Grenade?" rather hopefully.

Bowling balls would work, but BOOM was always better.

[intotheout]

"Do you have one?" Tip asked. She suspected the answer was "no". "If this doesn't work, we run. Scatter. She definitely can't chase all three of us."

[hexentotchen]

"No grenade," Hanna said definitely to her double. "Right. Um. We should probably get her to face us." Which would mean making a noise or something. Or calling out to it. "...after we load the sling. Bowling balls."