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The next morning, I was called in by a Mrs. Bongo Rabbit to investigate.
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| Detective! Thank goodness you arrived! My husband Bongo was assaulted at work. | |
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She was a pretty young thing. Very young, in fact.
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| Physically, he's okay. But he's gone into some sort of shock. He's just spouting meaningless babble. | |
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| That seems to be a good place to start. Perhaps his rambling might provide a clue. | |
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It seemed like a dead end. I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.
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| ... rotor turbines... generate gravitons... rotor turbines... gravitons... | |
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