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Good gravy! Imagine the screaming horrors if these would have gotten in my hair!

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Fear not, with a little cleansing fire this pest problem will be behind us. We can get a good night’s sleep and go fishing in the morning. Are spiders acceptable bait?

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Windy this is fantastic! It’s exactly what I’ve been looking for!

You open the floodgate gently and we’ll see how many revs I can do!

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Due to the deleterious effects of the fungus among us, I’m pretty sure you’re not real and the verdict is still out about me. To prove the point, I’m calling down the thunder to challenge you all to fiery combat on this rickety rope bridge and we’ll see who’s left standing and who gets a slap in the face from the river below!

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Windy, I’m still a little delirious and numb in the face, and quite possibly hallucinating, so you will need to be my tether to the realm.

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Should I be concerned for what’s about to happen or is this a figment of my imagination? You can’t actually be assaulted by fungus can you? I mean, it is a pretty big one and moving a pretty quick gate, but I won’t be injured, right?

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Hello little gremlin man. I’m back from that strange and unusual swamp you sent me to that made me tingle all over. I must admit, I saw some strange things out there. At least I’m pretty sure I saw them. That Reaper certainly felt real.

I inhaled a lot of that green vaporous gas, but I’m quite sure it hasn’t caused any permanent damage. Here is the chunk of metal you asked me to collect. I hope you have something fabulous in store for me as a reward!

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Beautiful!

Take that “bad alchemy”, whatever you are! No more wickedry of trying to bore into my head and make me do terrible deeds. I have plenty of my own terrible deeds to take care of. I need no help from you!

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