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Mulaney’s rat-a-tat-tat delivery demanded you keep up with his thought process.

After a while—faintly at first and then louder—came the shrilling of fifes and rat-a-tat-tat of the drums.

Far away in the mountains behind them, the rapid-fire rat-a-tat-tat of machine guns echoed loudly.

The rat-a-tat-tat of sustained fire outside filtered through the windows — soldiers firing on a drone they spotted flying in the cloud-filled sky.

She held the spin for so long you could hear the rat-a-tat-tat of the photographers cameras.