And suddenly they were upon him. Bubbles darted directly towards him with ravenous speed. His target was the Symbol of the Sud Symphony, but it was clear he wouldn't make it there before the bubbles caught up to him.
So, Hasting turned and flared his spikes outward, ready for the onslaught of pops to come. Bubbles smashed into him with gaping surfaces, but not could enclose him before being popped. Hasting was a flurry of spiked poppage, and once he found his rhythm, he gradually proceeded toward the Symbol.
As he drew closer, the bubbles realized his plan, and their number increased tenfold, each with increased vigor. They did not want to lose their symbol. But they were no match for Hasting and his spikes. the intruder grabbed the Symbol, then popped a piece of gum in his mouth.
After a couple chews, he blew a gigantic bubble, being sure to keep his hands and arms far from it. He spun in a circle as he ascended by his own bubble, doing his best to keep the hostile bubbles away.
Eventually, he did arrive at his ship which was parked several thousand feet up for rendezvous. Hasting entered the hatch, and then spit his bubble out. It popped on contact with the bubbles that were still chasing him, covering a wide area in sticky opacity. Hasting ignited the engines, turned on the over burn, and blasted out from Bubble Land with the Symbol of the Sud Symphony on board. The bubbles of Bubble Land would have to sing a new song now.
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