[No. Bad Munna. We do not snack on the dreams of FBI agents. But it's too late for Norman as he can feel an odd sensation on the back of his head. Like there is an invisible hand massaging his brain.
And for what? A small glimpse of the planet Mars being overrun by tiny blue tanks? It's gross. Don't touch it.
Norman winces. Unsure if he should grab the Munna again.]
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And for what? A small glimpse of the planet Mars being overrun by tiny blue tanks? It's gross. Don't touch it.
Norman winces. Unsure if he should grab the Munna again.]
Is it always this friendly?