Praetyre heard the Glukkons announcement and let off a silent sigh of relief. He bid farewell to Rygar and ran off on all of his legs like a Scrab to the laboratory. When he reached it, the smell of smoke and broken electronics penetrated his nostrils like a Slogs teeth to a Mudokons flesh. He grasped his smelling organ with his fingers, holding it tightly shut so none of the noxious fumes could permeate his delicate nervous system. He then muttered to himself; "Now I know how the engineers cleaning up Soulstorm Brewery 401 feel."
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