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The sea of green! The sea of green! Sweet scenes of death with palpable fear. The emerald cloud hangs like a weight on our heads Where it touches our skin it tears and burns And rips our breath from our chests Gracefully it falls, misty light in the trees Embraces me, heals me, and fills me with warmth And I slip and fall deep into its depths And leave my cold, grotesque corpse lying stiff in the mud

Jack sighed and ran his fingers through his hair anxiously, avoiding Sam's eyes. "Look, it's really not that difficult. I mean, you're a cheerleader, your body should be able to naturally copy these motions..." Sam grinned. "Yeah, it's a pretty amazing body, huh?" Her grin broadened as Jack's face turned a bright shade of red. He made his displeasure known with a huff, then turned and repeated the sequence of steps. Still not meeting her eyes he gestured her to attempt again to mimic his movements. After watching her stumble several times he stopped her once more. "I PROMISE you that it isn't as hard as you keep making it!" He said despera