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"PIGS could be here," he thought, "I've never been in this village before. PIGS could be anywhere." The hot flames felt good against his armored chest. "I HATE PIGS," he thought. Orizzonte reverberated his entie head, making it pulsate even as the 9 potch circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) disgust of swine at any time of day. "With fire you can burn anything you want," he said to himself, out loud.