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Well, I Hope You Like It Here, Leo. It Used To Be .......really Nice.

Amos Sipped His Coffee. "sorry If That Distubed You. Khufu's Very Picky. He Only Eats Foods That End In -o. Doritos, Burritos, Flamingos." I Blinked. "did You Say-" "carter," Sadie Warned. She Looked A Little Queasy, Like She'd Already Had This Conversation. "don't Ask.

[piper] Rushed To Get Dressed. By The Time She Got Up On Deck, The Others Had Already Gathered—all Hastily Dressed Except For Coach Hedge, Who Had Pulled The Night Watch. Frank’s Vancouver Winter Olympics Shirt Was Inside Out. Percy Wore Pajama Pants And A Bronze Breastplate, Which Was An Interesting Fashion Statement. Hazel’s Hair Was All Blown To One Side As Though She’d Walked Through A Cyclone; And Leo Had Accidentally Set Himself On Fire. His T-shirt Was In Charred Tatters. His Arms Were Smoking.

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Frank Tugged Again With No Luck. Even Hazel Was Trying Not To Laugh. Frank Grimaced With Concentration. Suddenly, He Disappeared. On The Deck Where He’d Been Standing, A Green Iguana Crouched Next To An Empty Set Of Chinese Handcuffs. “well Done, Frank Zhang,” Leo Said Dryly, Doing His Impression Of Chiron The Centaur. “that Is Exactly How People Beat Chinese Handcuffs. They Turn Into Iguanas.