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I see the man. Gargron. He is holding my data in one long skeletal hand, in the other, a magical orb. I yell at him to give it back, but his russian-born face contorts into a twisted grin and he scampers away with my personal data. He is gone. Nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, I see a flash. Gargron's magical orb! I give chase to the slimy man. He trips over a tree root. My chance to strike. I grab the magical orb, and Gargron turns to dust. My data falls to the ground. I pick it up. It is safe.