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May 16th, 2004

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2004.0516.1118::From the Kingdom of Loathing
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While you're blithely shushing your way down Large Donkey Mountain, you're accosted by a young Gnoll riding a bicycle. He shouts something at you that you can't quite make out. You ski closer until you can hear him.

"Two meat! I WANT MY TWO MEAT!" He's shouting. He swerves towards you, gets the tip of your ski caught in his bike spokes, and goes flying off of the mountain. Whatever. You figure he's better off dead, anyway.

The dork and his bike have broken your ski, but you manage to make it down the rest of the mountain on one ski and in record time.


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