“Oh, hell yes.” Clay tossed his snack to a nearby daemon. “You absolutely can.” That was when I realized Clay had ditched his food, and it wasn’t to help me. “Let's get physical,” he belted out. “Get down, get hard, get mean.” He clapped in rapid bursts. “Let's get physical and beat that other team.” He stomped as the daemons joined in. “Go, Rue! Go, Rue! Go, Rue!”
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