Night 39: M101-M110 Hallway

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Lugnut had hardly managed to get down anything of his dinner before it was already night.

Glad of the reason to stop eating (he'd eaten something, after all-- Blitzwing would just have to be happy with that, because like slag would he let Blitzwing abandon leave him behind), he gathered up his flashlight and scooped up his bludgeon from his closet, flexed the arm that had been so injured a few nights before-- it hardly hurt at all, anymore, the soft bindings thinner and less constrictive.

There. Ready.

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