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Squib dropped the grenade launcher and thought about his favourite book as he surfed on a keel plate that moonlit summer swamp night. The book was The Princess Bride, and the part was where one guy says to the other guy following a series of barely credible events how “inconceivable” might not mean what he thought it meant.
Yup, thought Squib, though mostly he was screaming.