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| Well, you all heard what the Retard said ... how do we get to the Wiccan Bitch of the West? | |
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| Sensors indicate we should head west, toward that huge black ominous fog-enshrouded mountaintop stone castle. | |
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| This fog is as thick as peanut butter! | |
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| Don't you mean pea soup, Scarecrow? | |
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| You eat what you like, and I'll eat what I like! **KABONK!** Ow! | |
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| Ooh, sounds like we found the castle! ... and a minor contusion. | |
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