The Smiling Many-Squid’s judgment would come in the morning and Sand Flea had been up all night painting name symbols on the ceremonial pong-pong balls. He rubbed his eyes and bit his tongue in concentration. “Police Station Donkey is… done!” He held up the pong-pong ball, turning it under the light to make sure the iron gall ink dried before putting it in the bag with the others. He only needed to finish four more.

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