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Cheers, Snow Buddies!
Dawn in the glass atrium. Beers cradled, snow bag in hand, the crew assembled. All optimism. The bender begins.
Dawn in the glass atrium. Beers cradled, snow bag in hand, the crew assembled. All optimism. The bender begins.
Night falls, the glass cracks, the snowmen go green. Security gives chase. It has, officially, gone feral.
Washed up at the pub. The snowmen prop up the bar, the bearded barman pours, and the guard? Suddenly a mate.
The Wrong Way Express, route: GOING HOME. A grin, a wave, and the cheekiest farewell in the Southern Hemisphere.
6:30 AM. Out cold in the command center, dashboards all green, champagne and snow everywhere. The soft aftermath.