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Ranger of Alcohol takes in the situation and nods to himself. A quandary.Which hole? Using the ancient Ranger technique of directional guessing he closes his eyes and rams the hilt of the sword in his groin area. Sinking to his knees he manages to gasp....##@$$^^^&%#!#@%%$#@!^#, which eventually translates to the left hole. The hole must be cleared, all hole beasties gone. With a staunch look at his comrades he ENTERS THE HOLE
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