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Frank the duck and the Wizard have been released from gaol, and have gone to the tavern.
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| Well Wiz, you're buying. My usual, please. | |
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| Barkeep! Six flagons of ale, six of mead and a pack of elf scratchings! | |
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Because that's the first thing you do after getting out. Get drunk, then start a fight.
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| See that wizard over there? He called you a poof. | |
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Uhh...not that I would know...
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| Revenge is a drink that is best served at room temperature. And that's just for teleporting me into the fucking tree, magic-boy! | |
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| OW! AAGH! Not the thumbs! I need those to do wizard stuff! | |
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