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(A small structure within Two-Legs, roughly painted orange, ruined, and with bars fastened from the outside over the windows. Two acolytes guard its door. Spondule lies on the floor, unconscious)

O: Eat something, boy.

(Spondule wakes. Before his face is a red canister of Engine rations)

SPONDULE: (raising himself) O, gods... Engine biscuit.

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