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And then the Sphinx strikes as she hovers there, her huge wings thrumming. She would not Chunk or kick or maybe roar. She only reaches down with 1 large paw, claws prolonged, and plucks the stitching that runs all-around Charlie’s neck. Yanks it, in fact. And, effectively, the rest is rapid but messy. Somebody will probably be hectic with sewing