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Wild Ginger Pouncer
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>That's not the Traveller! :O
>So sure are we, my little magpie? The Traveller needs guidance, little one. Lost are we.
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"Is there a shotgun in the guard room?"
>"I don't know, I'm just the pathologist! There is a weapons locker, but the night guard has the key."
"Well can you carry an airtank?"
>"An airtank? Sure, what's that, around five kilos? But we don't have one, it's not like the dead need a respirator."
Muffled voices from upstairs: "Oh, you poor darling, did the mean woman hurt you?" "It BurRns us. Hurt." "Aww, mommy will make it all better. Did you get your little brother?" "No, moTher. SorRry mother. MeaN womn stoPS me." "Oh dear. We can't have that can we?"
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