Cyril felt exhilarated. Also he felt like he was being eaten up by his own ki. This was the second time this had happened within a week. God, Cyril wasn’t happy. He was screeching in pain and stuff. It was crazy. Cyril began to sing through clenched teeth to distract him from the excruciating pain. “Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!/ Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby/ All right stop,/ Collaborate and listen/ Ice is back with my brand new invention/ Something grabs a hold of me tightly/ Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly/ Will it ever stop? Yo – I don't know/ Turn off the lights and I'll glow/ To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal/ Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.” Cyril crawled into his ship and asked it to initiate Solution Beta. A purple gas filled the air and Cyril breathed in deeply. He coughed and still felt like he was dying. “Damn. It didn’t work!” Cyril’s eyes filled with tears of pain. “Ship, take me to the Pool of Origins again!” The ship buzzed and it was directly over the Pool of Origins. Cyril rolled out of the ship and into the Pool. Damn.
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