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Seeing Kazaam swing her sword around made Pikruel nervous. She didn't trust this girl to be left unsupervised in a museum of the universe's softest pillows, much less with a deadly weapon. She waved her hands nervously.

"No, no, no. I'd rather not end up flayed like dinosaur meat. Maybe you can use something a bit less...sharp. Like maybe a big stick? You could get one from that tree over there."

"You kids have fun," said Lettiz. "I'm going to get the food ready."