Fizzymagic's Big Adventure

Yofa puts the pedal to the metal, and he and Fizzy lean forward in tense anticipation as they careen down the road straight towards the midnight roiling mass. It grows closer... and closer... Yofa's eyes narrow, his hands tightly clutching the wheel at 10 and 2. Fizzy feels sweat beading on his forehead, wondering if he's made the wrong choice, but there's no turning back now. Or is there?
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