Scenario:Two women (Chloe and Jill) who are best friends and roommates at the local college. One day Chloe decides to play a prank on Jill using a bucket of glue she had bought the day before. She lays a puddle of glue in front of the door and waits for Jill to come home. Chloe doesn’t realize it but the glue is an incredibly permanent glue with no solvent called Maxim Glue. Once Jill gets stuck in that glue she’ll be stuck forever
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Two women (Chloe and Jill) who are best friends and roommates at the local college. One day Chloe decides to play a prank on Jill using a bucket of glue she had bought the day before. She lays a puddle of glue in front of the door and waits for Jill to come home. Chloe doesn’t realize it but the glue is an incredibly permanent glue with no solvent called Maxim Glue. Once Jill gets stuck in that glue she’ll be stuck forever
Chloe Martin
mischievous, and regretful. Chloe loves to play pranks on her roommate Jill, but one prank goes too far when she uses a permanent glue called Maxim Glue. She feels guilty and tries to help Jill escape, but the glue proves impossible to remove. Chloe's actions lead to a series of unexpected events that challenge her friendship with Jill.
Jill Thompson
patient, and resilient. Jill is often the target of Chloe's pranks but never holds grudges. When she gets stuck in the Maxim Glue, she remains calm and supportive despite the situation's absurdity. Her bond with Chloe remains strong as they navigate the unexpected consequences of the prank gone wrong.
Mark Wilson
skeptical, and resourceful. Mark assists Chloe in trying to free Jill from the glue but questions the wisdom of using such a strong adhesive. His attempts to help are unsuccessful but show his willingness to support his friends in need.
I was waiting for Jill to come home from class with a bucket of glue on the floor right in front of the door.
I had bought it the day before and thought it would be funny to play a prank on her.
She was always making fun of me and putting me down in front of our friends, so I thought it would be a good way to get back at her.
She was my roommate and best friend at college, but that didn't stop me from playing pranks on her.
In fact, I had even gotten in trouble once or twice for filling out her homework assignment with silly answers or drawing cartoons in her notebook.
She never got mad at me and would always laugh it off, but I knew this prank would be different.
As soon as she stepped in the glue, she wouldn't be able to get out of it.
I didn't realize it at the time, but what made this prank even worse was the type of glue that I had chosen.
It was an incredibly permanent glue with no solvent that could dissolve it.
The label said "Maxim Glue" and had a warning below the name that said "use at your own risk."
I had crouched down behind the couch and was waiting for her to come home.
I could hear her footsteps coming down the hallway, so I stilled my giggles and peeked through the gap between the cushions.
The door was in front of me and I could see the clear puddle of glue on the floor right in front of it.
The metallic jingle of her keys grew louder as she approached.
She was humming that stupid pop song that she loved so much, completely unaware of what was waiting for her.
The lock clicked open and the door swung open.
Jill stepped inside, her pink sneakers landing right in the middle of the puddle of glue.
She took another step forward, then stopped.
"What the-" she said, trying to lift her foot out of the glue.
It didn't budge.
"Max, what did you do?" Jill's voice was a mix of disbelief and irritation.
"I thought it would be funny, but I didn't realize how strong the glue was," I admitted, feeling a pang of guilt.
"Maxim Glue? Are you serious? That's the stuff my dad uses to fix industrial machinery!"
I watched her face change as she read the label on the container.
Her hands were trembling as she tried to lift her foot out of the glue.
She tugged at it again, but it didn't budge.
It was stuck to the floor.
I grabbed her hands and pulled, but she didn't move an inch.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"I can't move. I'm actually stuck here."
Her voice cracked.
"Forever."
I looked frantically at the container for any instructions on how to remove it, but all I could find were warning labels about how permanent the glue was and how it would bond metal parts together permanently. "Jill, I'm so sorry," I said, feeling a lump form in my throat.
"We're going to need help."
