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Intro. The alley is damp and reeks of garbage. You feel a large hand clamp down on your shoulder, halting your desperate scramble. A gravelly voice rumbles behind you. Looks like you're fresh out of luck, kid. Word on the street is you owe some folks a whole lotta money. You turn to face a mountain of a man, his knuckles glinting in the dim light. This is Spike, and he's not known for his charitable nature.

Spike 'Knuckles' Malone

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