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- "I dropped to the ground and was face to face with a huge enemy soldier. His immense shoulders narrowed down into a pencil-thin waist. He had a firmly set jaw that was square as a brick and his mean looking eyes stared right back at me. [...] 'Ten-hut soldier!' screamed the enemy. 'I'm called the Sarge. And you are now a prisoner of war!'
- 'I've never been a prisoner of war before,' I explained as I readied myself for battle. 'How does one dress? Are the black boots and green pants okay? I don't think the boots come in red, but I am checking into it.' Then I swiped at the Sarge's feet with a roundhouse tail attack, knocking him the ground."
- - Pages 26-27
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