[Doing the best he could to wipe off the oil on his hand on whatever patch of unsoiled shirt he could find on himself before offering up his arm, Crimson pushed as much as he could with the hand and feet still stuck in the slide. Letting out a quiet sigh of relief when he began to actually move, Crimson slowly managed to work his other arm out, bracing it against the side of the slide to help Fred pull him out the rest of the way.]
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