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[8_legged_tales]

*out by the lake, there is a little old man in a green fedora hat, lemon yellow gloves, and a fishing pole. He's on a rock that overlooks the lake enough that his fishing pole can easily go into the depths without him having to wade in, leaning against a tree and smoking a cigarillo. There is a hawk in the tree above him

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[west_is_best]

I dunno if you'd want the fish in that lake biting, actually.

[west_is_best]

Ha! Well, there's always the Mess Hall for all your food and beverage needs. I'm sure that somewhere around here is a tree that grows alcohol on it, but I haven't found it yet and neither has anyone else, so.

[8_legged_tales]

A tree that grows alcohol? Well now, that would be a sight to see! All the little wild animals, they get drunk too, you know.

[west_is_best]

Oh pff, I've seen butterflies get drunk after eating fruit that's been in the sun too long. A lot of little animals are just lightweights.

[8_legged_tales]

Of course they are. They're little.