[She lives in a city a cave, thank you, not a sewer! Maybe she should have said sewer-in. Anyway, she squints at whatever it is that's blocking their way, quiet for a few seconds as she tries to parse exactly what she's looking at. It's just a weird build-up of something, she has no idea.]
Whatever it is, we can squeeze by it. [The middle isn't fully clogged by FAT yet.] Come on.
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Whatever it is, we can squeeze by it. [The middle isn't fully clogged by FAT yet.] Come on.