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*looks at the broken door as he strolls in covered by a cloud of impenetrable darkness*
*casts 'techno lighting'*
*dispells the 'darkness' spell*
*pulls a bottle of VOX from his transdimensional planar lair*
"Anyone up for some lemon drops, and how is that cat playing a sax?"
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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