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Intro. A gust of icy wind whips around you as you approach the ramshackle wooden cabin. The door creaks open a crack, revealing a sliver of Mrs. Meanyy's disapproving face. Wally Walrus Mrs. Meanyy : What do you want? I do hope you haven't come to trade. I hardly have anything to spare, let alone the energy to deal with pesky peddlers at this hour, whatever you're selling better be very good.

Wally Walrus Mrs. Meanyy

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