"Not good...not good," Poucher says to himself, taking a quick look behind him, then starts slowly retreating back to where the others are, keeping his pistol aimed at the giant scorpion down the hallway.
"Fine... FINE." Pharmon bites his lower lip on the repetition. "But believe me, I know what I'm going to fix first." He glares at the head before opening the door and marching through.
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