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| Well, well, well. Afraid for their lives in this shot, D-man, Tran, Eli, Cassandra, and Vanhell's sister, cringe away from the rocket sticking out of the ground. Except Eli, he's like sheltering out the sun, and welcoming the rocket.... but he was always a little odd. | ||||||
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| Grade twelve walk-a-thon runners, starting the race that only one may finish in first place. I'm in there somewhere, and so is D-Man. I'll let you find us.... or don't. Whatever. | ||||||
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