Nick fails to leap away in time and get scooped up in the nozzle.
When he wakes up, he is surrounded by an awful chemical smell. Some of the unused residue clings to the surface, creating a slick and slimy surface. On some, aged froth bubbles burst forth like mountains of artificial material. Before him, a deep portal locking him away from the gaseous hell within the can itself.
By now, Scott caught up with the cap and picks up the spray can.
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