in the middle

of shark nfested waters.

No way off.

Only a chute straight

into the jaws.

There is a steering wheel.

But it does no good.

The rope bridge

leads to the boiling pot.

The wood bridge

leads to the alarm system.

The metal bridge

leads to the drop of death.

Only one way to win.

Make sure the shark

doesn't get you


recess is over.

The End

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