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"I grew this monster out of hudson's hand. Ah, and if he is destroyed, like the other one you just killed, then the hand will be lost," Jenkins says. "And we will have no way of getting back into the engine car to slow down the train before it arrives in never winter." He points his wand at the meat monster, and a bolt of fiery flame shoots out of it. A, and he rolled it two and misses the meat monster by a country mile. Ha, ha, ha,ha, ha. Wakins gof at what he said, but like, imagine me sanging too, but angrier, like simultaneously, like a