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I'm not ashamed to say it was me the pixies helped. I think they're sweet on me.
Let me tell you my tale. I set off, exploring the room to my left when suddenly I felt my feet trapped in some sort of sticky good. You know how cats hate getting something on their paws? Well, I hate it more - I couldn't ambush anyone like this, and wouldn't you know it, the goo was alive. It reached out and started smacking me around. I didn't think stabbing some goo would do anything but it did, but not before the goo beat me around the head like an ugly stepcat. If the pixie hadn't shown up with her sweet ass shield, I don't know what I would have done.
I don't need any more rooms like that, thanks.
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