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Ryan took one look, then shook his head.

“No way, Professor.”

“What’s your problem, man?”

Captain Ryan shook his head with unusual stubbornness.

“They’re harmless!”

“So you round ‘em up.”

“They might turn nasty,” said Cutter, smoothly changing his tactics.

Ryan’d known this would happen, the minute they’d got the call to the chocolate factory.

So will I if I have to try and round up fifteen more sodding dodos. “Professor, our kit is fine in water, mud, sand, you name it, but assault rifles and chocolate do not mix, sorry.”

“You’ve no imagination,” grumbled Cutter. “Connor! It’s your turn!”