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"Yes, actually." A slurry voice emanates from the inner part of the thick bush, me and Greg stare at the direction, waiting impatiently for the speaker.

"Rogues are meant for rogues!" The voice yells again.

"I agree with you." This time, it is more aggressive.

"Who's that?" I ask Greg who is drooling because of his open mouth.

"I also don't know." He replies. "Come, let's escape