Three Word Game, Anybody?

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juggernauts pummeled one

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of them into

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a fine paste

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which was slippery

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and smelt like

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cheap cognac and

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old broccoli broth.

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Mr. T, when

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enraged, transforms into

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MumRa the everliving

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and everthirsty however

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improbable this might

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to the xorn

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, appear, it was

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quite true and

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would rock the

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kasbah, rock the

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vote and rock

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around the Christmas

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Tree. These facts

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are found in

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the mind-crystals of

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Wee Jas's managerie

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of tojanida witchdoctors.

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Meanwhile, in a

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destitute mud hovel

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hourly hotel, two

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cloaked shapes furtively

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walked the alleyway

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twirling their purses

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while whistling the

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mating calls of

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adolescent aboleths. The

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oddly robed streetwalkers

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were caught by

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lawful good bugbears

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who gave them

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an option: either

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perform a virtuous

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act of contrition

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or go home.

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Unsurprisingly, they chose

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to attack them

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, pounding them with

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fruit and vegetables

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, as well as

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well placed kicks

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to their shins

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from stilleto heeled

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cowboy boots. They