Up to the Roof

You step up onto the dumpster, which smells powerfully of rotting fruit, to get a purchase on the sloped roof of the convenient store.  As you take hold of the eave, you can hear some rap music drifting in the wind.  Pausing to look around, you hear no one.

Suddenly the dumpster lid lurches, tossing you into the air.  It flips open to reveal a large, snarling maw, row upon row of slavering yellow teeth filling it, with a large tongue flapping around inside it.  You reach out, desperate to catch the roof as you fall by it, but you don't manage to grab hold.

The dumpster eats you.

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