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<<the sound of crickets fills the air, as, one by one, the assembled party trade
glances, knowing that they could not have heard such a despicable pun tossed out
into the general population...
...after a few moments of pregnant silence, the meanest, rowdiest, ugliest of
the hoard raised his arm, and casts an accusing finger at the figure who jumps
down into his fighting hole...>>
GET HIM!!!!
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