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... happens, Mom and Dad would be happy too, right?’

Clouds of thought puffed up in his mind.

His arms and legs popped out again, and soon, Mom Sheep and Dad Sheep appeared. Mom Sheep and Dad Sheep, now hunters, hugged Baby Sheep tightly as he tossed money around like tissue paper.

‘You’ve become the ultimate, strongest, most supreme hunter ever!’

‘We’re so proud of you! The ultimate, strongest, most supreme hunter, Guru!’

Hmm, it was quite the touching reuni ...

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