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(Setting) 854th Street, the south side
| >The mountains of toast poured out the window of the building, pelting the officers with delicious projectiles. Several officers are quickly consumed by the toast flood, but Williams manages to get outside the caution lines.
| >He fumbles for his radio.
LT Williams: "This is First Lieutenant Williams reporting several officers down at 854th street. Please respond, over."
| >The radio crackles.
Dispatch: "This is dispatch, message recieved. Dispatching multiple SWAT teams to deal with the threat."
LT Williams: "Negative, dispatch. Requesting immediate evac for -"
>He looks around and spots two other officers before continuing -
"- three officers."
Dispatch: "Affirmative. Evac en route to your location. ETA five minutes."
>Williams sighs in relief.
| (Are you never going to let the toast plot die?)
| (Absolutely not.)
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| >First Lieutenant Williams was having a rather strange day.
>The street was taped off with electronic tape reading "CAUTION" in multiple languages. At the center of the tape maze was a building whose lights had gone dark.
>This building had begun to crack.
>Williams drew a sharp breath as the building cracked once more, then let out a yell as a window broke and toast began flying out at breakneck speed towards the GCPD vans below.