[Spencer dodges under Bumblebee's arm and takes off into a blind sprint, as fast as she can go with her floofy prom dress weighing her down and the smoke clogging her lungs and making her eyes stream. In between the fog and her impaired vision, she trips over a piece of metal left on the fairgrounds and yelps as it slices her shin.]
Leave me alone! I'm done playing your game! [She tries to scramble away from Bumblebee.]
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Leave me alone! I'm done playing your game! [She tries to scramble away from Bumblebee.]