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[skidrowseymour]

Seymour bolts for the door - he yanks it open and dashes onto the street.

A car almost runs him over. Seymour barely stops. He runs to the fire escape of Audrey's apartment building and climbs. The metal is cold, hurts his hands, but he doesn't feel it.

A lotta folks deserve to die That's what started this. That's what will end this

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[f33dm3]

From somewhere on the rooftop behind him:

"Mr. Krelborn?"

[skidrowseymour]

His courage falters.

He turns to look.

[f33dm3]

There's a middle-aged man in a business suit standing behind Seymour. "Mr. Krelborn?" he repeats. "Patrick Martin, International Licensing and Marketing. I wanna show you something."

[skidrowseymour]

"I'm not interested," Seymour replies in a choked voice, turning back to the ledge.

He's a little busy at the moment, thanks ever so, Mr. Martin.