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  <subtitle>&amp;quot;I think I have an idea,&amp;quot; said Felg, the one that always sort of stood there.
&amp;quot;Really, now.&amp;quot; Stebbing squinted. &amp;quot;Let me guess. Does it involve a wrench?&amp;quot;
Felg hid the wrench behind his back.
&amp;quot;Look here,&amp;quot; Ishno said, &amp;quot;we've got to do something about this fast. Somebody's going to realize that-&amp;quot; He checked the name tag. &amp;quot;-that Hoddles is missing. And then what will we do? Pat them on the back, and ask politely for a do-over?
&amp;quot;We've got to get thinking here. That includes you, Felg, and keep the wrench as far from your thoughts as possible.&amp;quot;
They stood around for a moment. Something shuffled in he adjacent room, and they all jumped.
&amp;quot;Listen, mates, I know what to do,&amp;quot; Meathrop said, his voice shaking. &amp;quot;It's a long shot, but it's all we've got.&amp;quot;
Everyone shrugged.
&amp;quot;First,&amp;quot; Meathrop said proudly, &amp;quot;let's find a place to hide the body...&amp;quot;

Several minutes later, Meathrop came running into the guard's room, in full body armor. He stopped at the door, short of breath.
He shouted, &amp;quot;Somebody killed Hoddles!&amp;quot; </subtitle>
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