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When Miles had been caught, he had expected a regular person. Of course he had, that was normal. He was used to normal. On his list of things heâd expected? A giant male looking suit of shiny black goo with terrifyingly giant teeth did not top the list. Or even find itself in the middle. It was probably at the very bottom of that list. And yet, here one was, because curse his rotten luck. He let out a yelp of fear, backing up into the wall and putting his hand against it. âOh god please donât eat me I doubt I even taste good like come on please??â he pleaded, unable to actually look the suit in the eye.Â
