[ Well that sure does it, sending his head careening back as far as his spine will allow, letting out a strangled cry of pain only muffled by the mask. One by one those malignant globes seep back into the lining of Gregor's throat until it's smooth and free to breathe again, all the while accompanied by the thief fervently tapping his hand against the floor as if this is some childhood wrestling match and he's finally calling uncle. ]
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Okay! Okay, stop, stopstopstop, red! Red!