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Everyone was watching, from Pure Vanilla to Burning Spice to Black Sapphire. Performative Pineberry had his gun pressed against Shadow Milk's head. “If I shoot this now, I will betray you and all of the cookies and creatures of the spire.” He began, “But if this bullet stays in the barrel, I betray Earthbread.”
“You have to pick one. There is no in-between” Shadow Milk responded, “Me or Earthbread, Pineberry.”
“I believe there is an in-between.”
"Oh really?" Shadow Milk laughed a little bit. "Well then, please, enlighten me."
Pineberry turned the gun around, placing it on his own chest. “I pick neither.” He punctuated that sentence with a gunshot.
There was a thud only half as loud as the gunshot soon after.
