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A hungry group of strain-beasts from the Kronin line, maws and teeth and sore muscle, rouse themselves like they have done many times before, and patter-pitter over to the rope and ladder someone (who?? you were all SLEEPING) have attached to the acid stained, corroded hole in the wall that constitutes some kind of entrane / exit hatch.
One by one, as subjects stretch and click bones and pop joints and spit out teeth, they latch to the rope and descend below with a soft SKRRHRHR, sniffing the air and licking their sizable teeth.
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