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gpt 4 writes the story of Chevy escaping the arena:

As the coach continued his ferocious tirade against the team, Kevin, the ever-timid and soft-spoken general manager of the Jets, seized the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. His heart raced in his chest as he carefully navigated the dimly lit corridors of the arena, praying that no one would discover his escape.

Kevin had always been an incredibly shy man, choosing to remain in the background, orchestrating crucial decisions from the safety and seclusion of his office. The pandemonium of the game, coupled with the coach's intoxicated fury, had become utterly overwhelming for him. Confronting the anger and disappointment was unimaginable, so he opted for a discreet exit instead.

As he reached the arena's side door, Kevin's hands shook uncontrollably as he struggled with his keycard. After several anxious moments, the lock finally clicked, and he carefully eased the door open. The warm night air of Las Vegas met him, and he timidly stepped out into the darkness, the door shutting noiselessly behind him.

Kevin was all too aware that he'd have to face the consequences at some point, but for the moment, he desperately needed to escape the harsh, unforgiving atmosphere inside the arena. He walked with hesitant steps, vanishing into the shadows of the city, grateful for even a brief respite from the chaos he had left behind.