Talk:Undine/@comment-26380985-20150902042200/@comment-27346571-20160825010208

Being a worrywort, I had planned for this. I climb the highest building on the island and I search my pack for my portable glider. I can sense that there is even more demonic energy, so I grab a water gun filled with hot glue, set it aside, and get the glider. A minute later I jump from the ceiling with a running start and glide the fuck out of there. I was chased by some Thunderbirds, but they have glue all over their wings and feathers.