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"Technically," retorted the Explorer, speaking quietly but urgently to his Grandmother as he held up his sonic screwdriver like a weapon at the ready, "I still couldn't have known it was a warning until after they pulled all their guns out. And by that point it was really too late. But, er- yeah. I'll just... I'll just let you do the talking. Probably a good idea."










