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_{[She shakes her head vigorously, even though it's fairly obvious that he's right. Whatever's coming... it scares her. That much is certain.]

[A tin can slips out from under her boot and she scrambles for a better hold on the shifting junk as it clatters down the pile until it reaches the ground below.]

[As it turns out, she may have a very good reason to be scared... which will become immediately apparent as something comes smashing through a smaller trash heap, swinging its mighty arms.]}