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Time to get the smurf out of here, Bob thought to himself. He
turned to sneak back out, lost his footing, stumbled, sent a shower of
pebbles skittering noisily across the ground, and managed to scrape most
of the skin off his right hand.
"Darnit!" he muttered. Already voices were shouting to one another.
"Vat vas that?" Their accents don't even sound real, Bob observed mentally as he tried to dash for safety. Unfortunately his eyes still hadn't adjusted to the dim light, he wasn't a very fast runner, and his shoes were untied. He was soon apprehended. His captors were rude, efficient, and uninterested in his protests, which he felt were quite well-reasoned and worthy of attention. Bob found himself alone in a small, windowless cell. At least they didn't strip search me. Hey, I still have my set of little screwdrivers for fixing computers!
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