A Vacation Spot, it isn't

"I am actually very sorry about this," said Mendo, apologetically. "It is just that blasphemy isn't a law where I feel a lot of wiggle room. Now, to get your poison."
"Now see here!" said Lord Fred, as Mendo climbed up to a storage cabinet and started gathering ingredients. "We are honorable folk. There is no need to poison us at all."
"Right!" agreed Astra, with as big a smile as she could muster. "We will promise on our honor to do this task, and you don't have to poison us."

"The Edge," said Mendo, ignoring them completely and mixing up a vile smelling brew, "is a break in the desert about fifty miles from here. It is like a vortex, slowly sucking in all of the sand and water. It is our legend that the monster who lives beyond that Edge will consume all life in our desert, and then the world. So, it is a benefit to your people, in your lands where you come from, that you slay it."
"Has anyone ever tried?" asked Astra, prompting Mendo to look over at them with a sad face.
"Oh yes, many have taken the Final Bargain, but none have returned from Beyond. I hope that you will fare better than all the others."

Mendo has prepared his potion, which bubbles and froths and smells absolutely terrible. "Are you going to drink this, or will I have to force you. Don't make me force you," he pleads, handing each of them a tiny cup of the poison. "Drink it down, destroy the monster, and come back for the antidote."

1. Fred and Astra drink the poison, and Mendo prepares them for their journey.
2. Fred and Astra refuse to drink the poison.
3. Mendo sighs as they continue to reason with him as to why they do not need to take it.

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