N- ow, ow- no! Scrambling over a member of the Volturi guard- ouch, ouch- is an executable offence! You'll regret this!
[After much screaming and flailing, her hands manage to catch a single bottle. She promptly struggles to her feet and tries to run off with it, because it's better than nothing.]
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[After much screaming and flailing, her hands manage to catch a single bottle. She promptly struggles to her feet and tries to run off with it, because it's better than nothing.]