"Um, excuse
me, " you begin to the Heathers. "And just what are you?" Heather
Chandler snaps. Indignantly, you reply, "Does it matter? I
just need some help getting out of this fun house." "Yeah, well,
we don't have time," Heather Duke adds. Fine. Then you
don't have time this, either. "Forget it, " you curtly reply. "I
gotta motor." "Wait a minute, that's my line, " says the other Heather.
"What's your damage?" another one says. You start to leave,
in hopes of leaving the three witches embroiled in an argument without
your presence. "Not so fast," they shout. "You're coming
with us, got it?" You don't really have much choice; there're three
of them, and one of you. Grimacing, you ask "Where to?" Smirking,
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