[The phone is picked up, a call is placed. The voice on the line is, at first, dangerously calm—]
[—only to become a sharply hissed whisper]
[After being droned, humiliated, and murdered (and ultimately dissected by his attackers), this is what tips him into a rage: his missing bat.]
To the one who stole what's mine...
[—only to become a sharply hissed whisper]
I will find you.
[After being droned, humiliated, and murdered (and ultimately dissected by his attackers), this is what tips him into a rage: his missing bat.]
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