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| She outran my bullet. I'd better call in a new order from ACME | |
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| Huh? She ate the ACME bride seed laced with iron pellets and then flat out outran my ACME Superelectromagnet? | |
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| My god, she's running fast enough to disintegrate the land under me. I'd better not look down, or I'll realize there's nothing below me but a two-mile drop. | |
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