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a routine before combat, a series of quick, deep inhalations followed by intimidating cries. Kwok always gets his man. Always. Except for Whats-his-name Quetglas, Boyds Bullet. Pak smiled. Frank Quetglas was lucky. They soon heard Kwok inhaling viciously through his sinuses, followed by his More Page More Page Cory Spinks cry. Sssnnhhhttt! Hai! Sssnnhhhttt! Hai! Sssnnhhhttt! Hai! Quite lucky, Mr. Holt, in the mix

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