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"Penny rolled over, got to her feet, trying to get control of her scattered mind, but Quinn was behind her now and had his powerful arm around her neck."I will snap your neck, Penny. I swear to God, I will snap your neck. Nothing you can do will stop me.Penny went limp. "You think the king will let you get away with this, Quinn? she hissed."Anyone messes with me, Penny, you or anyone else, and I go on strike. See how well you enjoy life without me and my crews. Without food."
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"We do need a system, and we do need you and your 'Bertos, and sometimes we need Sam to just come along and kick some ass. - Quinn."
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