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Sharkiller Doomsday
Ho‘oala
To awaken someone.
Uncle Kahana roared up the steps of the Westin house like a runaway sugarcane train barreling down the tracks.
In one smooth motion he kicked off his slippahs and yanked open the screen door, bending the frame a little and making the hinges squeal.
Surprised, Liz poked her head around the kitchen.
“Jay!” he snarled.
Wordless, Liz pointed down the hallway, trailing Uncle Kahana as he punted open the bedroom door.
“What—” Jay started, but never finished.
Uncle Kahana stormed to the bed where Jay lay, ripped the laptop out of his hands, and snapped it in two.
In the doorway, Liz froze.
“Are you crazy!” Jay shouted. “That’s my computer!”
Uncle Kahana leaned down into Jay’s face.
“No, this is a weapon! A weapon in the hands of a ch
