Saved from the Zen-Fro Zen-Cho, by the Fro-Zen Cho-Zen

Mangoe was boiling in a rich seafood bouillabaisse when a deep tiger growl emerged from the dark jungle.

"Oh my," exclaimed one of the hags, "those terrible felines are back. Let's hide before it's too late."

The witches scuttled away, leaving Mangoe to herself. Shortly, three large, bipedal tigers entered the clearing.

"Well, mates, look what we have here," the first said.

"My name is Mangoe. Nice to meet you," said the reddening girl, "Could you please help me out of this cauldron?"

"We're the Fro-Zen Cho-Zen," announced one of the tigers, "and we'd be happy to help you out of the pot ...

1. ... so you can become a member of our band."
2. ... so that you can become our slave."
3. ... just as soon as you finish stewing."
4. ... because we'd like some girl tartar."

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