When Michael finally claws his way back to consciousness, his head is spinning and he's cold. He painfully pulls himself up and looks around.
And he saw his grand plan to slow down the big thing didn't do shit.
"Da-shiong bao-jah-shr duh la doo-tze!"
Michael looks around, trying to ignore the aching in his extremities and pulls himself to his feet.
"Where is everyone?"
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