"What are u doing here?!" Blowhole snarled. Julian scamped out the open door, but Blowhole cornered Private. A familiar clown head rose from its resting place on his segway, and Blowhole fired the beam of forgetfulness. Luckily, though, Private barely manged to dodge, and he tumbled across the room.
"CC! LEXII" he cried. "IF THERE WAS ANY TIME u WERE NEEDED, ITS NOW!" He kept dodging blast after blast. Blowhole, annoyed, swapped weapons, and started shooting a tranquilizer, dart-gun at him. He shot Private in the wing, and he fell over. Private's vision began to get blurry, and the last...
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