Lim- VIP Scaling

One of the VIPS separated from the group and flew to the middle of the circle. He flapped in place, pointed his head down, and regurgitated a blob that shot down into the top of the cylinder in a quick blur.

"This is ridiculous," said Lim.

"It is," said Mr. Bucket. "That shot only clocked in at 1400 miles per hour. On most days they fire at much higher speeds, and not one at a time.
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One of the VIPs fired a blast of projectile vomit at Mr. Bucket's top hat. The speed of it blew all the leaves off the bush everyone was hiding behind and disintegrated his hat.

- Chapter 11: The VIP Room