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OK, now... where are we?
I just left the bar across the street, ran across the street (pretty heavy traffic, by the way), and dashed in this side. And you're here. You were there, and now you're here.
You were there, right?
AHA! There's no scot on the floor in this bar. And no fountains. And... you look... different. HOLD ON! Don't leave!
(dashes out the door, turns around a second later and dashes back).
SEE!? You're HERE!
And there's the scot.
Is he really ok down there? He's mumbling something...
Hey! Fountains!
And ducks!
Do they live here? Ooo! Motor-operated bar stools! This is really a dream, isn't it?
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