Chased into the work shed, they slam the door as their pursuers beat on it.
“It won’t hold!” Aimee yells, grabbing a hammer. “I’ll smash, you carve!”
Ash lifts and revs a chainsaw. “Groovy!”
The door swings, and fang-mouthed mutant pumpkins face desperate fury.
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