Forty three stories above midtown, I just heard a WUMPH sort of noise from …. somewhere. Outside? Elsewhere in the building? I immediately scanned the city and her buildings (as you do on the 43rd floor) for smoke, peering through the dense fog to see if that WUMPH had an immediate and terrifying explanation. Because, you know, a WUMPH is a muffled BOOM, as I explained to Stuart when I heard the noise.
But then I realized exactly what it sounded like. It sounded exactly like a metric ton of solid concrete being dropped on an enormous marshmallow. That is exactly what the WUMPH sounded like.
Poor Staypuft. The terrorists have him where they want him. But will he talk?

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