Mrs Offmolt (of chalet 247) has been having a terrible time lately with the swelling on her left fumblegland. During her lunchbreak she takes a well-earned rest from humping massive barrels of pelch across the lower slopes of Helleetertrond parish and stops at Tessellator 392 for a spot of Mawk Tat soup.
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