“Ollie…” Hal grunted. “Get the ring…” Hal looked up as best he could, but couldn’t see Oliver anywhere. Hal waited for a moment but he didn’t see Oliver’s legs, or hear any footsteps. “Ollie?” Hal looked around, Oliver was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, he felt something in his chest. Hal pushed down with his hands the best he could and slowly forced himself up. After a few seconds his arms gave out and he slammed onto the floor, his body wobbling all over. Pushing on his right arm and leg, Hal rolled over. Hitting the wall he was able to sit up. He felt exhausted after resting his back against the wall. He felt the feeling in his chest again but he also heard a muffled sound come from it. Hal looked down as best he could. On his puffy chest was Oliver, who was the exact opposite of him. Oliver was flat as a pancake. Hal gasped and grabbed at Ollie with his flabby fingers. At last he tore The Heroic Bowman off his chest like a sticker. Ollie had a shocked look on his face, mouth and eyes wide open, his left arm looked longer as he had used it to try and balance himself when Hal fell on him while his right had been covered by his hand and rested on his chest. “Oliver? Say something…”
“I’ll kill you.” Oliver forced out. He couldn’t muster much more than a whisper.”
“I’ll kill you.” Oliver forced out. He couldn’t muster much more than a whisper.”
Chris: 
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