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“Better than I hoped for. I appreciate your help.” “Oi. You a good lot.” He winked at Donut. “I’ll be back and we talk some more about that fish, okay, luv?” He turned and ran to the edge of the engine. He paused to wave. And that was when the spider ghoul, the one Donut had killed, turned from an X back to a red dot. It lunged forward and grasped the small, furry gremlin. It ripped the mechanic’s head off in one, smooth motion and started to devour his body. The whole thing happened in less than a second. “Well that’s going to be a problem,” I said.
The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #3)
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