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... filled with shock.

This way of fighting made no sense—how could Tom pull out a hammer and relentlessly pound the Violet Lightning Rabbit, landing critical hits with every strike?

Except, the one being hit wasn't the Violet Lightning Rabbit, but Jerry.

Every time, Jerry was hammered until his eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, yet he never learned his lesson and kept getting hit again.

Finally, realizing something was wrong, Jerry ran far away, bent a nearby t ...

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