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Praetyre turned to the Mudokon again;
"The reason I want you out is because moralist, alarmist Inhabitants like you are like a group of angry Fuzzles on scientific and medical progress. Your intentions are good, but you may ultimately end up causing far more harm than good to the causes you fight. I know this from experience back at my old university, when there was a group of protestors outside the university. They protested the fact that several of the professors were using Fuzzles in nerve gas experiments as opposed to Mudokons in a deal with the Cartel to pay for valuable Ludraik's Syndrome research, which costs incredible amounts of money. One of them took one of my fellow students and beat her to death, holding her head up like a trophy. So get down from your high Scrab and start living in the real world, where not everyone who does anything you disagree with is an evil-worshipping, baby eating fiend."
Praetyre turned to Dek, whispering;
"Don't these types give you a pain greater than Vorpal Rectmites?"
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