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"I'll go look for the 'im," Tok said to Flad, glancing at the dud grenades on the floor. He pulled the throttle and the wings sped up, putt-putting and chugging and belching black smoke. He moved very slowly toward the entrance. Darn the things. He pulled the lever to move up into second gear, but he was going to slow and it stalled. He threw a look over his shoulder at Flad, then shook his head and muttered to himself. "Damn' - stupid - thing!" he shouted, and hit it.
There was a final cough of smoke and it cleared. The whirring settled and the chugging stopped. There was a pause, then Tok flew across the room and out the door so fast he could barely make it around the corner. He shot down the corridor and saw that there was a Slig straight ahead of him. "Look out - !" he shouted, and hit the gear lever as hard as he could back down the other way.
He stopped just before hitting the Slig. The pants began to heave and choke once more, and emitted a loud belch of black smoke.
"Uh, excuse me, but have you seen a blue Slig anywhere?" Tok asked Krivzee. "He hasn't got any pants on, either."
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