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For
some
reason
,
Thomas
thought
the
word
prick
sounded
a
lot
worse
than
bite
.
"
Prick
you
?
What
does
that
mean
?
"
"
Dude
,
you
just
have
to
see
them
to
know
what
I
'm
talking
about
.
"
Thomas
pointed
at
Minho
's
arms
,
then
his
legs
.
"
Well
,
why
did
n't
the
thing
prick
you
?
"
Minho
held
his
hands
out
.
"
Maybe
it
did
--
maybe
I
'll
collapse
any
second
.
"
"
They
...
,
"
Thomas
began
,
but
did
n't
know
how
to
finish
.
He
could
n't
tell
if
Minho
had
been
serious
.
"
There
was
no
they
,
just
the
one
we
thought
was
dead
.
It
went
nuts
and
stung
Alby
,
but
then
ran
away
.
"
Minho
looked
back
into
the
Maze
,
which
was
now
almost
completely
dark
with
nighttime
.
"
But
I
'm
sure
it
and
a
whole
bunch
of
them
suckers
'll
be
here
soon
to
finish
us
off
with
their
needles
.
"
"
Needles
?
"
Things
just
kept
sounding
more
and
more
disturbing
to
Thomas
.
"
Yeah
,
needles
.
"
He
did
n't
elaborate
,
and
his
face
said
he
did
n't
plan
to
.
Thomas
looked
up
at
the
enormous
walls
covered
in
thick
vines
--
desperation
had
finally
clicked
him
into
problem-solving
mode
.
"
Ca
n't
we
climb
this
thing
?
"
He
looked
at
Minho
,
who
did
n't
say
a
word
.
"
The
vines
--
ca
n't
we
climb
them
?
"
Minho
let
out
a
frustrated
sigh
.
"
I
swear
,
Greenie
,
you
must
think
we
're
a
bunch
of
idiots
.
You
really
think
we
've
never
had
the
ingenious
thought
of
climbing
the
freaking
walls
?
"
