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*scrambling in...clearly in a panic...wearing nothing but one of those English Lawyer wigs and carrying what looks to be a discarded briefcase...

frantically searching the crowd...sweating and whimpering...spotting my target and screaming*

OUTA MY WAY!

*racing for pmb...approaching at frightening speed...matching his panicked evasive maneuvers with corresponding moves...a step or two away I uppercut swing the case at him...knocking him up and off his feet...dazed...

"does stuff"...stands over him...points*

Birthday!

*leave the case and runs off*


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