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As you try to ride your lumbering 600-lb-skirt-wearing-llama-who-doesn't-like-you-and-smells-funny-to-boot you are forced to pass through a low portal.

Unfortunately, MaryLou, the llama, is not used to carrying a rider and her best efforts do not allow you to pass through the portal. Striking the lintel with your oversized cranium, your head bursts like an overripe melon, showering the zeta minuses below you with a much needed snack.

Unfortunately, Zeta-minuses don't eat, and your brain was carried away and partially devoured by the carnivorous gerbil legions that inconsistently lurk in the dark or incandescently lighted passages of arbitrarily planned cave complexes.