The husk wasn’t cooperating. The manual was very clear about what they should do. They had hit it, shaken it, shocked it, and one of them even tried talking to it. Negotiating with the damn thing. Whispering sweet nothings to it and nothing. It just sat there—or laid there, he was never sure of the grammar—and it rotted away. The beetles weaved their wa…
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