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I decided to take the clock that was laying on the counter, quietly telling myself "it's because it's functional. It's not kleptomania. It's so we can tell the time. Wait, we?"
I considered also putting the wheel back on the trolley, but the bolt that one held it on was missing.
"Perhaps we should go fishing, Herr Shurismo," Fooruman proposed.
"Fooruman, we are in a cold, dry, barren, red wasteland"
"Hmm.. perhaps you are right after all. Though I could've sworn my acute elven senses picked up fish of the Clupeidae family, albeit they were camouflage..."
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