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“Izzy, Izzy, Izzy. Gotta keep those clean, mate. Can’t have you going ‘round stinking up the ship now, can we?”
“No, Boss.” A thumb stroked along the bone of his ankle.
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In which Izzy can't stop the rot from spreading, until it's suddenly not a problem anymore.
