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You wrest one last charge from the worn-out . For what do you wish?
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@ "Eh, screw it. These wishes never turn out right anyway. I just want something to eat."
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i - a corpse. You turn to stone... @ "Crap."
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/ REST IN \
/ PEACE \
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| Dudley |
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