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Godzillius bends over and pries open the mouth of the fallen Atjuck as the crowd roars. With blood dripping off his fingers from the wound on his forearm, he reaches in past the teeth, grabs hold of the tongue, and rips it out in a splash of red.
Time to start my Freedom Necklace, he thinks, as he turns and walks briskly for the Thunderdome exit. Nine more to go.
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