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| At the end of reality | Re: The Tea Room (Renovated) *Bonks the strange glowing eye man on the head* What am I on about? I'm trapped here ever since my shipwreck two hundred and fifty six thousand, nine hundred and eighty two years ago. My ship was made of wood. |
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| At the end of reality | Re: The Tea Room (Renovated) That? That is the door to my hut, good sir. It's where I used to hold my coconuts but I've recently run out. Speaking of which, when did you and that fair maiden get stranded here? I recall not seeing any other ships or aircraft passing by. |
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| At the end of reality | Re: The Tea Room (Renovated) *Stares at the glowing-eye man and shakes his head sadly* You, my good sir, are completely wonky. You're stranded here on this tiny little island the same as I, and shall be forevermore until another ship comes by. |
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