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A letter arrives at Pants HQ:
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| "Mr. Pants: It behooves me to inform you that the package you sent was opened by my beloved roommate, Hermie." | |
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| "Poor Hermie could little resist a box which seemingly contained the implements of his chosen profession." | |
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| "As our efforts to eliminate each other have thusly failed, I propose a cerebral battle at Chess Square. I will bring another package. The loser of the game must open the package. ELF." | |
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| The little buggerer wants to mate me. | |
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