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- “Damn it...” The Ness R. focused his mind. “......P......S......I......Rockiiiin'!”
- At almost the same time, the Jeff R. snapped back the joints in his arms, and the heads of several missiles peeked through. “Firing rockets~!”
- (...)
- “Anesthetic......sleep aid......ahh, and a muscle relaxant!” The Jeff R. had turned the fingers on his right hand into hypodermic needles, and was throwing every type of medication he had at those walls, but none of them seemed to have any effect at all. “......Damnit, I may as well try this one – strong laxative......!”
- ***
- Mother 2, Chapter 9
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