You get in the fridge, shut the door and stay as quiet as possible. You here the person's footsteps come into the room. "Alright," he says, "you guys can take this fridge to the metal compound." You feel the fridge being lifted up. They set you down in what you think is a pickup truck. The truck begin's moving. If you jump out you will fall on the road and die so you just go for the ride. Eventually they get to a place where the fridge gets dropped into something. You can hear a person above you somewhere saying, "I love watching fridgerators get smashed." Too bad for you, Boomer.

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