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Footsteps approached so we hid together in one locker. It was tight inside the locker and dark but we didn't mind. The terror radius grew louder and there he was...Bubba, coming to claim his basement. We hid and waited but we knew we had to leave. With courage, I kicked you out of the locker for bait and ran. However, I remembered our glorious friendship and knew I couldn't leave you behind. As Bubba was about to use his chainsaw on you, I stepped in between with my wiener out. It stood tall and proud, much bigger than the chainsaw and we fought hard. Thankfully, Bubba was deeply disturbed after a few minutes and let us leave, so we ran for the gates, hand in hand and pants down to our freedom.