“I ran out of magic, you see? But I found this teeny weenie pipe among the debris, and I couldn’t reach my mouth to make a noise with it to hail attention this way. So I did what any desperate fellow would do and-” “Why didn’t you just shout for help?” I demanded. “That’s far less efficient. I am well trained in survival one-oh-one. Now.” He held out his hand to Dante. “I must shake the hands of my saviours. Goodness, you are a strapping man…oh - I know who you are.”
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