Following close behind is a giant whooping pink and lavender blur of fists. It is easily moving at the speed of sound and is on a collision course with the weird mass of scar tissue. It makes an even larger hole in the bulkhead and smashes through vendor stalls as if they were tissue paper. Believe it or not, you think it is laughing. It passes by you, smiles and shouts, "GREETINGS CITIZENS!!!!"
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