Sowerbutt's Blood

Unholstering his revolver, Spaghetti hurried over to the shadowy figure of Panda who was crouching beside a large stain on the floor. Holding up his finger, he whispered: “Blood, lots of it. Still damp in the middle. This morning, last night; I’m no expert.”
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