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I wait for the fatal impact.
Instead, I hit cardboard. Thick cardboard with foam stuffed in between.
But cardboard nonetheless.
Ha! The damn thing's nothing but a wobbly piece of scenery.
I tear a Charlie-shaped hole through the fake wall and keep on swinging. Over to the right again as the truck makes another turn.
I can't hold on forever. But soon we'll hit the more populated area of the studios. The guy'll be exposed.
All I've gotta do is . . . s**t, the front of the truck ploughs into a fire hydrant.
A real one.
The top pops off and a jet of water powers high into the clear blue sky.
The driver pulls left and I swing right into the line of fire. The force of the water hits me like a cannon. It snaps my right arm away and I lose my grip on the hook.
I fall and tumble over
