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Lord Fred, wearing his best clothes, sat down at the stand. The chair, a
sad affair stolen from the mess hall, rumbled. Then it's sides streched
up, enveloped Fred and sucked him inside. It belched. Fred's sword flew
out, clattered to the floor and stopped. Most of the jury fainted or fled. An old toothless crone started throwing rotten apples everywhere. "Dammit!" cried the lawyer. "He was my best witness!"
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