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Just as every crawling Slig longs for a pair of pants, every walking Slig yearns for a flight harness, so that they might slip free from the bonds of earth, soar through the heavens, and rain hot grenade death down upon any ground-bound sucker that’s stupid enough to come out from under cover. Aim high, Sliggy! |
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