"This is our hardest one. I turn polar bears white and I will make you cry. I make men have to pee, and women comb their hair. I make celebrities look stupid and normal people look like celebrities. I turn pancakes brown and make your champagne bubble. If you squeeze me, I'll pop but if you'll look at me, you'll pop. Can you guess the riddle?" Lomdinge speaks as Lempdinger snickers at the conversation.
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"...what? Well, I'm not sure. Now -- thank you for your guidance, o divines. I must continue onwards."
"Guidance? That was guidance? That was merely entertainment. But, as you wish. Continue on your path, traveling maiden." Lomdinge replies before both the rats open the gates.
"This is our hardest one. I turn polar bears white and I will make you cry. I make men have to pee, and women comb their hair. I make celebrities look stupid and normal people look like celebrities. I turn pancakes brown and make your champagne bubble. If you squeeze me, I'll pop but if you'll look at me, you'll pop. Can you guess the riddle?" Lomdinge speaks as Lempdinger snickers at the conversation.
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"...what? Well, I'm not sure. Now -- thank you for your guidance, o divines. I must continue onwards."
"Guidance? That was guidance? That was merely entertainment. But, as you wish. Continue on your path, traveling maiden." Lomdinge replies before both the rats open the gates.
Catal continues onward, muttering to herself. "Darned rats...although the scruffier one was cute..."
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream, waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door—who is it for?
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"Guidance? That was guidance? That was merely entertainment. But, as you wish. Continue on your path, traveling maiden." Lomdinge replies before both the rats open the gates.
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Catal continues onward, muttering to herself. "Darned rats...although the scruffier one was cute..."
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream, waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door—who is it for?