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"Hold on a second," Jack took a step forward. "You guys- If I let you guys out, what good will it do to me?" he questioned himself, and the other people in his head. They were all kept silent. "Jackieboy-Man, do you think your powers will work here? They won't," the superhero sighed. "Marvin, performing simple magic tricks nowadays won't get you anywhere," the magician became dismayed and bit his lip. "Robbie, you're too undependant for the real world," the zombie whimpered in response. "Anti, you're a pshycopath and you nearly killed me," the other snorted. "Schneep. You're not a qualified surgeon," the doctor stood up to protest, but Jackaboy-Man held him down. "Chase, you're basically a copy of Dude Perfect," he hung his head low. Jack glanced at Jameson who was lying on Schneep's leg. He skin was pale and his breathing was hoarse and slow. "Jack..." Marvin started, standing up just so he could go over to JJ and stroke his hair. "Jameson, he won't make it. Not unless we take him out," Jack gulped. "He is right. If ve don't take him out, he von't make it," Schneeplestein said with worried eyes. Finally, he gave up and sighed. "Fine. I'll let you guys out. Only if you promise me one thing," "What is it?" Jackieboy-Man asked. "Don't cause trouble,"
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