I tried to shake the pyramid out of my still-sticky hand. Eventually it snapped off and bounced across the floor. The eight spikes retracted back into the doorway and the one through my ankle went back into the ceiling.
"Everything okay in there?" Uberbob called in from down the hallway.
"Fine. Just a minute."
"Don't die, because you have the food," he added.
I carefully got up and limped over to the other side of the pyramid, out of under the newly-made hole in the ceiling. I got down on one knee, careful to stay as far away from the hole as possible, and reached out for the pyramid. Of course, almost as soon as I lifted it the enterance barred itself off again and a new spike burst from the ceiling, this time managing to run through both my shoulder and forearm. I instinctively yelped with pain, and Fawriel came running down the hallway.
"Shuri! You're.. impaled!" the healer said, hands on the bars, "put the crystal back, I can help."
I dropped the pyramid back onto the ground with my free arm. The spikes shot back up, leaving me in a bleeding heap on the ground. Fawriel ran over and came to my aid, tearing off more of his now mostly-gone belt to stop the bleeding a little. "Fooruman and I are both out of magic. Araches is, too, but she's not admitting it." He put out his arm and helped me up. I would have fallen off, but my hands were still sticky from the saliva-covered marshmallow. "If you keep this up you'll end up looking like Uberbob."
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