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It was a pirated copy, taped off a Spanish TV channel. The audio was in English, but the subtitles were in Catalan, and the colors were washed out, like a VHS tape left in the sun. Yet, there it was: Scrat, the saber-toothed squirrel, chasing that acorn.

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The Last Buffer of the Scrat-tastrophe

Emeka didn't care.