"Okay, let's get over to one of those houses over there," you tell her, pointing to a row of residences across a grassy field. "At our size, it will seem like a few miles to us, but it's the best thing I can think of right now." You run a trembling hand through your hair, and find it covered in sweat. "So... eh, what's your name?"
"Sandra," she says. "I hope you know what you're doing. I don't know how far I can walk in these heels."
The two of you begin your trek through the field. As the day progresses, the oppressive sun causes Sandra and you to drip with sweat within an hour.
"I hope we don't get lost in here," Sandra whines. "I'm starting to get tired, and my feet hurt."
"Don't worry," you reply. "Judging by the sun's position, we should be almost through this field." You continue to trudge along, hoping that she'll stop complaining. A low drone enters your ears, and you think that it sounds vaguely familiar, although it never sounded so... large before. Then you realize what it is - a lawn mower!
Unfortunately, Sandra realizes this as well. "Why is somebody mowing this goddamn random field today!" she wails. "What are we going to do! We're going to get shredded up like mangoes in a blender!"
Looks like you'll have to make the call on this one.
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