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Updated: May 21, 2025

Hu Dra clung to the basket-stick threateningly. "Fwhat! Resisting the pollis in the execution of dooty. Me bhoy, ye're a new-chum or yer niver wad be so bould. It is sarious bizinis." The stick flew out of Hu Dra's hands, and, as if by magic, he found his hands clamped in iron bands, which pinched his wrists excruciatingly. He yelled with vexation, fear, and pain.

E. J. (Edmund James) Banfield - Tropic Days