But, the supposedly obvious preconceived attack, never happened...
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Instead; His current combative foe, ran towards the vacuum cleaner...
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Donning a face of absolute terror, visible sweat droplets poured out from their face; Only to be immediately evaporated due to the high heat...
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Which was currently rising?
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Their struggling, forced assurance, rapidly deteriorated...
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Even completely blasting through the tantrum they probably were going to have...
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Just all of whatever this specific item was, was too much for them to handle...