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Fred dimly hears the cries of monkeys as they are dashed against the walls
of the rapids up ahead. Convinced the threat of the simians are over, he
contemplates what to do with Glenda's body.
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Give it a proper Allarian burial, complete with the hand-stands.
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Kick it into the river and let Ofdorl sort it out.
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Wait, she's not dead!
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Wait, she's a zombie! Fortunately it's the slow kind, from the old zombie plays.
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Wait, she's a zombie! Unfortunately it's the fast, nasty kind, from the new, edgy zombie plays.
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Actually, the coconut had grazed Fred, causing him to hallucinate the past few minutes. The woman leads him away from the very dangerous river.
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Actually, Fred had never existed. Glenda had recieved a nasty bump from the fruit and the whole 'Fred' thing was a bizarre hallucination on her part.
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