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Magic Dancer
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"Any word on the infiltrator, sergeant?"
"Sir yes sir, they have somehow managed to find their way into the sublevel barracks, sir! They managed to break all the fans blocking the vents on the way from warehouse B-2, and sensor sweeps aren't showing anything!"
"....damn. I hate to say it, but it sounds like we have a Tozol on our hands. How many dead and wounded?"
"Uhhhh, well, uh sir, none yet, sir. But there've been... disturbances reported that, well-"
"Sergeant we are currently on full alert do not play coy with me, what is going on?"
"Well, uh, apparently the barracks cafeteria had a large dose of purgative medicine introduced to all of the food early this morning, and it's only taken effect a few minutes ago, a large number of soldiers have reported finding their undergarments and wallets missing, and...well, some of the soldiers guarding that sublevel had to go to sickbay for severe bruising of their...posetriors, after, well, 'something slapped their ass like a truck.'"
"...oh...mother of god...do you realize what this means, sergeant?"
"N-no sir, what is it?"
"We're not up against just any genetically engineered ancient supersoldier. We're up against a teenaged tozol."
"...god have mercy on us all..."
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