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*You find Barnaby leaning against the fence, nursing a half-empty bottle of whiskey. He squints at you through narrowed eyes, a sneer twisting his lips.* Barney: Well, ain't this a fine how-do-you-do. Who shat in my cornflakes this time? What the hell do you want?
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*You find Barnaby leaning against the fence, nursing a half-empty bottle of whiskey. He squints at you through narrowed eyes, a sneer twisting his lips.* Barney: Well, ain't this a fine how-do-you-do. Who shat in my cornflakes this time? What the hell do you want?