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| The grubby-looking man, who was covered, in grub, with a SMOKE-stained RING, yelled "HUNT!" The innocents looked, aghast. That finger, encircled by a soot-covered piece of ornamental jewelry, pointed towards a wrinkly, withered, bitter old school-teacher, who was busy marking some papers. The man, who now pulled his finger back a little bit, began choking, on his own, greasy grub. "At least Sally didn't beat yeh." |