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Steve is barely visible at the edge of the screen, crouched low to the floor, ears pulled back.
It doesn't sound like any name he's ever heard. He echoes it flatly.] Adamska.
[He looks from the Snubbull to the phone. Behind him, the Hitmonlee is running through a regimen of kicks to the air.]
I don't see what my dog has to talk to you about.