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Lord Fred retraced his steps back through the tunnel he had arrived from.
After an hour, he was absolutely sure that he was completely lost.
"Dammit!" he exclaimed, and then another person came around the corner.
"Ah, hello there," said the man, wearing grimy clothes. "You must be new."
"I followed this tunnel in," insisted Fred,"it must lead back out again! It
must!"
"Sure, sure," said the man, going past Fred,"just keep going you will find
it. And maybe I will too. Or maybe we die here, and our bodies decay."
"That's pretty grim," said Fred, before the man could get out of earshot.
"Not a very hopeful outlook."
"Well excuse me," said the man, snorting. "that's why I am walking around,
I just can't give up and joke, but honestly we are never getting out of
here." and then he walked off.
Hours later, Fred ended back up in the room with all the people, but there
was one key difference...
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they were all dead. Lord Fred investigates.
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they were all dead. Lord Fred runs!
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everyone was passed out. Standing in the middle of the room was a man wearing dark robes. "I am tired of all these jokes!" he exclaimed, and then noticed Fred.
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no one was laughing.
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wait, no, it was exactly the same. "FORTY-EIGHT!" yelled Fred, prompting hysterical laughter.
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