By running away!

You take a few deep breaths, slower and slower as you start to stare at the black and white rascal...

“Fuck this, I’m out!” you shout before running out of the ring and back where you came from.

“John, waaaaaiiiiiiit!” you just about hear Daphne shout, but you’re already out the door.

And so, you run back into the night, in those bright yellow bra and panties, the tale of “Runs From Raccoons” living on as a myth from there on out...