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CHAPTER 30D THE END 'Huh? That mean you gotta lotta money.' Remarked the feeble Szgabu. 'Why can't you help me out of this mess?' 'Because,' answered Volcker, 'I've come to shove your black face deeper in it, boy.' 'Oh no, what I do to you. I aint never seen you before; I know I aint never took out... Sign in to see full entry.