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*casts fishing line into vat of chocolate goo, retrieving Cyril. Grumbles about soiling perfectly good chocolate. Sets Cyril up to dry. Unfortunately the rampaging killer lemur has recently discovered that while he doesn't like thistles or honey or extract of malt, he does indeed like chocolate, putting Cyril in the very grave, but amusing, position of being in danger of being licked to death*
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