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Chapter 17

           "They...,"Thomasbegan,butdidn’tknowhowtofinish.Hecouldn’ttellifMinhohadbeenserious.

           "Therewasnothey,justtheonewethoughtwasdead.ItwentnutsandstungAlby,butthenranaway."MinholookedbackintotheMaze,whichwasnowalmostcompletelydarkwithnighttime."ButI’msureitandawholebunchofthemsuckers’llbeheresoontofinishusoffwiththeirneedles."

           "Needles?"ThingsjustkeptsoundingmoreandmoredisturbingtoThomas.

           "Yeah,needles."Hedidn’telaborate,andhisfacesaidhedidn’tplanto.

           Thomaslookedupattheenormouswallscoveredinthickvinesdesperationhadfinallyclickedhimintoproblem-solvingmode."Can’tweclimbthisthing?"HelookedatMinho,whodidn’tsayaword."Thevinescan’tweclimbthem?"

           Minholetoutafrustratedsigh."Iswear,Greenie,youmustthinkwe’reabunchofidiots.Youreallythinkwe’veneverhadtheingeniousthoughtofclimbingthefreakingwalls?"

           Forthefirsttime,Thomasfeltangercreepingintocompetewithhisfearandpanic."I’mjusttryingtohelp,man.Whydon’tyouquitmopingateverywordIsayandtalktome?"

           MinhoabruptlyjumpedatThomasandgrabbedhimbytheshirt."Youdon’tunderstand,shuck-face!Youdon’tknowanything,andyou’rejustmakingitworsebytryingtohavehope!We’redead,youhearme?Dead!"

           Thomasdidn’tknowwhichhefeltmorestronglyatthatmomentangeratMinhoorpityforhim.Hewasgivinguptooeasily

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