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The SCRIBBLEPAD appears to be enclosed in a pole again. Time to go. You barely got a handle on that pronto.
CG: STILL PRETTY TIRED THOUGH. YOU LOOK LIKE AN ELF.
CG: IT'S PROBABLY FATE THAT I HAVE SELECTED YOU TO DEATH.
CG: WE'RE MISSING EVERYTHING!
Voted! (Score 250)