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Not bad,” I said. “Bwngkabwngkabwngkabwngkabwngka,” she said. An extremely faithful approximation, much closer than my own. “Pac-Man.” “Your turn.” “Tsssschhhhhhrrrrw,” I said. “Defender shot,” she said. “Dyeu! Dyeu, dyeu, dyeu, dyudyudydyeu!” It was a small and round sound, like a skipping record of a bleating lamb. “Asteroids shot,” I said. “PCCCCCH … chchchchchcht.” “Centipede death, followed by counting of the mushrooms, Pwupup … pwupup! Pwupup … pwupup!” “Crazy Climber climbing,” I said without hesitation, and threw her a curve: “SHHHHHHHHHSHHHHHSHHHHH-SHHHHSHHHHHHHH.
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D.B. Weiss (Lucky Wander Boy)