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You, Zora, the Janitor and Security Ensign Rick James are traversing the
Forest of Mild Peril. "Why did we even set down here?" growls James to nobody in paticular. "We're like a million miles from our goal." Suddenly, a laser beam roars past, tearing bushes and small trees to shreds. "Wow." says James, once everyone had found themselves upside down in a ditch. "If that beam had hit any of us, we would have died." The Janitor sobs quietly, barely even noticing most of his face is in Zora's cleavage. "That laser beam is the 'Death-Blaster' my brother invented in high school. He must know we are here." Another shot tears over the ditch, frying grass, drying out the ditch mud and turning fourteen nearby deer into deer bacon. Mmmm, bacon. Aaaargh.
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