Well ain't that the lizard's tits

 

> You inhale the aroma wafting off the mysteries. It is strangely familiar, reminding you of daddy's old sleeping potion.

> You fall unconscious, and wake up hours later, strapped to a table in a strange building. All of your hair has been shaved off.

> Every few weeks, the hair-thief returns and forcibly shaves all the hair on your body. That's kind of weird.

>

> GAME OVER

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