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Two Blade was beguiled by detrivores, calling them 'little gods' and praising their 'natural rhythm'. He gawped at a million species of stinkbug as they charged like locomotives across the ceiling and walls, snapping their bullwhip antennae and scimitar mandibles. Strange golden serpentine things squidged from cracks in the brickwork then wriggled and inched down to the scum-cuffed sewage-line, where they snorted up bellyfuls of grey-brown liquid crap through greedy dilated nostrils. Every so often, a bobbing turd hinged at the centre to reveal a fuchsia maw knifey with incisors; a bootlace-thin tongue would shoot out, throttle a bright slurry-snake then snatch it from the wall to crunch and splurt in the canny predator's camouflaged gob.