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Encard frantically blasts the things between him and the bar to bits and scrambles inside at the last moment. He begins to prepare wands for what may happen next.
Encard: Hm... let's see... Wand of Flaming Fire, Wand of Blasting Things to Bits, Wand of Freezing Sunlight... hmm...
An evil space demon flies past the window, and tips his hat as he passes.
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Bow down to the Weasels of Apocalypse! RaBid Fruit Trees! RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! Miniature Exploding Demonic Demons of Doom, Death and Desruction!
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