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/~* A Scroll Tale™ *~\ Choose Your Own Page 11 "You idiot! Apparently you neglected to remember from my previous narration that this was a sealed tube with no method of escape. Perhaps in your next life you will be able to realize when you are beaten." Ben, your body is thrown on top of a giant pile of cadavers and will be harvested to repair and build new legions of zeta-minuses. THE END | ||||
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