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He staggered backwards, looking frantically about for any sign of his holly jolly opponent.

His back bumped into a bowl full of jelly.

Rainer started to shout, but his cry was suddenly muffled. There came a tearing sound, and a heavy thump.

“Miller!” Iris demanded. She tried to squint through the thinning steam cloud, but still couldn’t see anything. “Are you okay?!”

“Ugh,” he grunted, “yeah, I’m okay.”

“What happened?” As the cloud continued to disperse, Iris thought she could make out a wriggling, humanoid shape on the ground.

“He wrapped me.”

Now Iris could see it. The struggling shape on the ground was Miller, bound up to the neck in colorful wrapping paper. Well, at least he wasn’t hurt.

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The Alpha-9 Holiday Special