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> get on plane to Scotland
OK. You get on the plane, and sit in your first-class seat, which is on front of a big-ass plasma TV. There is a Spanish bard sitting next to you.
> Wow, talk about bland. No entrance description? No metal detectors? No last-minute grue attacks? No action?
What, you WANT that Were-Grue back there to eat you? And besides, we're low on money, it cost 100 dollars just to hire the bard!
> OK wiseguy, explain how you could hire Bryce, Ronalds, BENSON, the Deputy, and all the other people, places, and things I saw!
We had a lot of money, but those first bosses were expensive.
> Ah.
Anyway, the plane takes off on schedule, and, 15 minutes later, is at cruising altitude. You and the bard are watching a six-hour-long film about fat guys fighting off barbarians in the Middle Ages or something, when the lights go out. Then, three grue terrorists barge in from the second class cabin.
"NOBODY MOVE!" one says.
The passengers start to scream in fear; some of them hide in the seats, some of them put their hands up, and some of them bumrush the grue-terrorists. They are eaten almost immediately.
> You didn't have enough money to write a decent description, but you managed to hire THESE guys?!
Shush you, they're grues.
> Grues don't talk, and there's still light from the windows.
These are TERRORIST-grues. They're like grues, only they talk, and they can resist dim lights. And they're terrorists.
Anyway, what do you do?
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