. . .Dead", he finished.
"DEAD?!" they all chorused, leaping to their feet.
Slip assented vigorously. "He was fine, then took sick very quickly. Before he died, he said something about the brew being poisoned . . "
Ditka stared at the ale he had been quaffing, and suddenly gave a loud roar. Staggering to his feet, the large barbarian swept the remnants of the brew off the table. It crashed into a wall, splattering greenish foam across the room."
"Ditka! What the . ." Slip said
"POISONED! Achhhh.... I'm . . ." Ditka choked, grabbing his throat. No wonder his mind was muddled! "I need HELP!!"
The others stared for a moment, then . . ."
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