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7/27/2019 6:05:06 PM
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*suddenly a small objects streaks down from the sky toward the ground. Is it a bird? No the speeds are to fast. A spaceship? Not it’s way to small. The object hits into the ground and forms a small crater. What is the object? A bag! Suddenly the bag opens itself and a flaming coat goes flying out. A man sticks his head out from the bag of holding. Warlock Holmes wearing raggedy and scorched clothing*
“Wow space fights are brutal. Glad I came back. Anyone have chips? I think I am hungry.”
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“I am pretty sure. Let’s do this mister owls employee.” *the warlock pulls objects from the bag. A strange looking scanner, a sash filled with strangers gizmos and utility objects, a black staff with a red gem(which he puts on his back), and his typical metal want* “Alonz-y!”
