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Friday

Clay's heart pounded in his chest as he cautiously made his way through the labyrinthine prison tunnels. He had been imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit, and tonight, he was determined to escape.

As he rounded a corner, a familiar sight caught his eye. Peril, the fiery SkyWing who had once been his nemesis, stood on the edge of a gaping hole in the ground.

'Hey!' Clay exclaimed. 'What are you doing here?'

Peril looked up, her emerald eyes wide with shock. 'Man, this is crazier than when I was a lesbian,' she muttered before she lost her balance and tumbled into the hole.

Clay rushed to the edge and peered down. Peril lay unmoving at the bottom of the shaft. To his horror, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness.

It was Gandhi, but not the revered historical figure. This was a grotesque clone, his eyes glowing red and his lips twisted into a sinister grin.

'Ah, young SkyWing,' Gandhi hissed. 'You have fallen into my trap. Now, let me tell you about my evil plan...'

Gandhi launched into a rambling monologue about mind control, the destruction of Pyrrhia, and the irresistible allure of Papa John's cheese bread. Peril's eyes glazed over as she listened to his nonsensical rant.

Finally, the ground beneath Peril gave way, and she plummeted through a secret passage. Gandhi let out a cry of surprise.

'She's fat!' he exclaimed. 'How could I have been so blind? Fat SkyWings are not welcome in my new world order!'

With a snarl, Gandhi turned and fled into the darkness, his footsteps echoing through the tunnels.

As Clay watched him go, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for both Peril and Gandhi. One was trapped in a cycle of self-hatred and isolation, while the other was a twisted parody of a once-great man.

Suddenly, the air around him grew heavy, and a voice boomed from the shadows: 'Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah-ah, yeah-ah-ah, yeah-ah-ah, yeah-ah-ah, yeah, yeah, yeah.'

Clay turned and saw a tall, pale figure with long, flowing hair. It was Marilyn Manson, the legendary rock star.

'Well, well, well,' Manson said. 'Clay, the MudWing who escaped prison. I must say, I'm impressed. You have a knack for getting into trouble.'

Clay stared at Manson, unsure of what to say.

'Don't worry,' Manson said. 'I won't stop you. In fact, I might even help you. After all, we're both outcasts, aren't we?'

With a wicked grin, Manson disappeared into the shadows, leaving Clay to wonder if he had just made a pact with the devil or merely encountered another lost soul in the darkness of the prison.