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- Chuuya grabbed a fistful of peeling skin and wrenched the monster off the spikes it was impaled on. One half-ton of rotting meat, held casually overhead by this frail man, before he threw it down into the floor. The tile burst with the strength of a mortar, and the concrete underneath it, into a hefty crater. An indentation wider than Chuuya's wingspan, the monster inside, crumpled up. He picked his hat back up and placed it on his head.
- "Thanks, spaceman." Chuuya tipped his little bowler. A mafioso must carry himself with a certain gentilesse, after all. "That's an impressive ability you've got there. Have you ever thought about-"
- A low rumbling came from within the crater. The wretched creature rose up, as if pulled by marionette strings.
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