*Enter a pervasive stench*

*Really. Imagine the worst possible smell you can imagine. Now up it by a factor of, like, threeve.*

*Said stench looks around, decides to hang out, settles in, looking like it's in for the long haul.*

*Enter, some time later, Foul Ole Ron.*

*looks around*

Buggrit! Millennium hand and shrimp!

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