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MONK growled from the grimy depths of a coal bin. His sloping forehead and hairy face appeared briefly. The black smudges of dust only added to his homeliness.
"Leave it to that dag-goned shyster to pick out a place like this," he grumbled. "I'm danged near strangled!"