The tingilation of the Keatsy sense

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"I can't." I might hit Dean.
"So?" said Jay
"Besides." said Phil, "He's out of range now."
"They'll be taking him to the castle." said Alota.
"Right, everyone, grab the rest of him and let's go to the castle.
Jay? Lead on." said Tara, assuming authority.
Alota coughed.
"Because Alota says so." Tara tacked on.
"Good girl."
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Jack stood boldly forward, well, by boldly i mean stumbling.
'Never fear ladies, ***I*** shall rescue Deans head...'
He thought abou this for a second, it hurt... However, putting this
aside, he rubbed his hands together, and made a slow rise into the
air, and got steadily higher.
Keats looked up at him and scoffed.
'Man, he looks like a right goit, bet my super powers gonna rock this
world....'
'Oh good god, SHUT UP KEATS!!!' shouted Tara, holding her head in her
hands.. she had had about enough of Keats for this week..
'Oh well, its good to know that im appreci.... ayyy...'
Keats felt dizzy, as if everything was slowing down.
He blinked, it took an eternity and a nanosecond, to quick to measure
from the outside, but a million galaxies had been created and
destroyed to him.
He heard heartbeats as long drum beats.
He opend his eyes.... And everything was.... the same... just about...
Everyone was looking at him... but not him... he was here, but Keats
was there...
He saw peoples heads move, lips ease apart to form words...
And then... he saw himself with his hand on his chin, above,
something large and heavy was about to fall on to himself... in a
spot of ground that was remarkably similar to the one he was standing
on....
The world sped up, it was nauseating....
Keats looked down at the ground, it was the same place as he was
crushed in his.... dream? premonition?
He rolled away fom his spot quickly, and stood up about 3 meters away.
'Keats... the hell you do THAT for.!!!!'
'Ummm...'
'Dammit man, dont do that.. it was... odd....'
Keats scratched his stubble...
'My Keatsy Sense was tingling...'
He was awarded blank looks, he looked down at the ground... and
realised the thing about Plebe was that not even the ground was
intelligent enough to look different from the rest. He looked up and
swore.
'ahhhh smeg....'
At that moment, Jack fell onto him.
'Woh.. flying wasnt THAT hard before...'
Keats was silent.
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MMMmmmmm, mortal wounds.....