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“One by one, the orks who'd scattered across the side of the spoil heap mobbed up on him - or at least, the ones who'd scattered in one piece. The one's who'd been scattered courtesy of humie high explosives stayed where they were, which was generally here and there, and sometimes a different there as well”

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Book:Brutal Kunnin'
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