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Donkeywan is blasted to the end of the bar.
As he spins through the air he does a complicated manouvere that has the effect of gently impaling him on an upturned table, rather than hittting the pot plant.
lying there in great pain, Dokeywan ruefully reflects on his misspent youth, playing with marbles rather than doing gymnastics.
He sighs, reached into his backpack and pulls out a potion of healing....
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