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| Welcome to the Camp Savage Saloon. Here we have everything you could ever hope to drink. | |
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| If no one can ever leave, how do all these drinks get delivered? Wouldn't the delivery men have to stay? | |
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| Our stocks are replenished under the new moon by the great god Dionysus. | |
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| Dionysus? He is a mythological being. He doesn't exist. | |
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| He sure does exist! I officiate his arrival ever four weeks, in the Ritual of the Eternally Damned. | |
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| I am at once terrified and fascinated. | |
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