Wandering in the forest on foot, at midnight, in a foreign country?
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Sounds like a good idea! But I have business here.
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Oh, darn it! I just can't resist the call of the forest!
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Ahhh! Pure fresh air! Almost as clean as Paris!
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I can't see a thing, but it's worth it! Now, where to go?...
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...Something moved ! I must be headed in the right direction!
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Is that a zombie over there?
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Nah... That's impossible. Zombies fear water!
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...Hey, I see lights!
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Darn! Back to square one!
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And here I was so proud of my sense of direction...
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Nah... I'm getting tired of walking everywhere but getting nowhere.
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I... think it says "Vitocks"? This must be the family tomb!
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Great, now that's what I call a fast search! Let's find a way to get in there and wreck some coffins!
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The top part says "Quaerite fragmenta cordis aperiens ianuam".
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And on the bottom, "Ego similis manducare stercore".
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Sounds mysterious... Maybe some kind of hint? Now I wish I had chosen Latin as a second language!
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Darn! What are these bars doing here?! They're blocking the way!
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Mrpph... No metal bars have ever restrained me... Urgh!
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Nope... No matter how hard I try, I'm not slim enough to squeeze through the bars.
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Maybe Caroline could get through. For once, I'm sad she isn't here!
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...On second thought, that wouldn't work. She's too fat.
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There! Now it's stuck between the bars!
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...not sure what I accomplished there. Better take it back.
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I'm not very good at climbing trees.
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When I was a kid, a friend asked me to climb one. When I got to the first branch, it broke! I fell from at least 50 inches above the ground!
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I couldn't move, so my parents had to take me to the hospital. Since then, I promised myself never to climb trees again!
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Yeah, I'll climb it. When there's no more gravity on Earth.
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Do I really look like a gardener?
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When I'm done playing with that tree, maybe I could do... I don't know...
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A pink gravestone with little wheels on it?! I bet this is for a little girl!
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"R.I.P. Candy Cain, who regressed to childhood before she died aged 89"
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Well, I wasn't too far off!
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I'll tell Sandra about it.
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She might be interested to get one like that for Caroline!
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"Here lies Bjorn Thonen, who..."
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No, wait. It's kinda dark, it's actually Bjarn Thonan. Phew, I was scared for a second!
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"Here lies Bjarn Thonan, who was a stupid, disgusting guy. He never did anything interesting and everyone hated him."
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Yeah, that really can't be me! I've done so many interesting things lately.
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"Be quiet, you're in a crowded place!"
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I understand the message, but why is the guy in the picture spitting on his finger?
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Ohhh, I get it! He's not spitting, he's licking his finger!
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I still don't see the connection to the message. Must be philosophical.
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"Here lies Kurt Grossweiner, who choked to death eating sauerkraut at OktoberFest. A sausage fell directly into his lung."
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So typical! That must be par for the course around here.
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Oh, there's another tidbit here.
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"If only his glass hadn't been empty, he might have been saved! Alas, all the beer had already been drunk."
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To think idiots keep saying alcohol is bad for your health!
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Strange... Why are these still lit at this hour...?
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I hope there's nobody else here... I mean, nobody alive. Not counting zombies.
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What the?... I can't feel the heat!
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Oh my gosh! Maybe I've turned into a ghost!...
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Or... these are fake candles with LED bulbs. Hmmm... I can't really decide which...
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Duh! It's already lit!
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Why am I such an idiot today?
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Of course! And then I'll set myself on fire, right?
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I hesitate to put my hands in this, but I'll just end up searching it anyway so...
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There you go! I found nothing!
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I've done enough searching through flowerpots for a lifetime. If I do any more, I might turn green.
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Hey, I found... A tooth!... Yuck.
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A flower bouquet... What's the point?
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It's not like the dead will come out of their graves and give us a kiss for the gift!
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There are more interesting things to steal here than flowers!
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Such as, erm... Dead bodies, maybe?
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Is that the new, trendy kind of bouquet?
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This place is falling apart! I don't understand why nobody is complaining!
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I probably wouldn't drown in such shallow water... But I still won't take the risk.
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I wouldn't want to become a resident here.
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Yeah, let's just dig around everywhere! I might find nothing!
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Pretty cool! I wonder if it works?
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...Yes! Not very practical though.
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...Yes! Not very practical though.
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Did I really come all the way here to play music on a tomb?
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"Lived as a musician. Died as a hobo. Passionate about numbers, he chose the year of his death so we could play a nice melody."
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The life of an artist.
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Oh yes, I can see it clear as day.
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I'm going to wreck the whole place with this rake, tearing holes everywhere, destroying tombs, only to find a few worms and corpses!
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...I wish I wasn't so tired, because that actually sounds really fun!
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I'm too tired for that. I feel like a 90-year-old right now. Both mentally and physically.
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By the way... That's the reason I peed myself earlier... Soon I'll need diapers.
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I thought I had an idea involving the rake and this, but I think it fell down a hole in my brain.
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This doesn't seem like a regular rock. I bet there's something underneath!
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... I knew it! There's... dirt!
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(Sigh) Do I really have to scrutinize every little rock?!
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Oh... That's touching. I really hope someone will leave me a nice message like that when I'm dead!
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Seems like it's waterproof. That must have cost a fortune! They must have really cared about the deceased.
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What? An ad here? This is an invasion!
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Well, all things considered, it'd be a shame to waste so much empty space.
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That's actually a great idea! They should do that to every tomb. They'd be rich in no time!
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"Do you feel sick? Are you insured? Well, this guy wasn't! Get good health insurance before it's late!"
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Hey! I heard something... The sound of a lock?
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Oh, I see! A little door has opened. Something's inside...
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Cool, a biscuit! (Eats)
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Ouch, my teeth! It's rock solid... How long has that been in there?!
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Awww... Looks like it only works once. I wanted another biscuit!
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Hey, something fell off!
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Some kind of piece for a board game?
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But who would want to play with this? I'd prefer a hat or a car!
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It's no use... I already played with that tomb.
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A heart is supposed to be cute and lovely... So why is this thing so frightening?
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I can't help it. When I look at this thing, it reminds me of the face of my late Grandma.
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Except this is prettier.
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No matter how hard I try, that doesn't fit! What the heck?!
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No point in removing it. The piece seems made to fit here.
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Besides... it's stuck so I couldn't get it out anyway.
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After all the effort it took me to insert it? No way!
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Hmmm, yeah... I guess this must be part of a mechanism. Let's put that one here.
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I can't put it in straight for some reason, but that's probably normal.
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Yes! I'll try and put that piece here!
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...Well... It's harder than I thought... This thing doesn't want to fit...
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There we go! Perfect!
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I see the similarity! This piece belongs here...
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...Urgh... Come on... Why is it so difficult to get it in there?...
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It's fine. I guess it got a little swollen over the time, but I made it fit.
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...What? Nothing happens?
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But I've put in all the pieces! What the heck?! Don't tell me I did all that searching for nothing!
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...Oh! I know! I'm so stupid!
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I just need to push them in a little further...
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Urgh... Come on... Come on!
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There we go! At last, that year at kindergarten proved useful!
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No! I'm pretty sure it's perfectly set. I shouldn't remove it!
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That's not part of the guitar! It's a cookie!
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I'm not sure this was supposed to be a gift... But it's a cookie anyway.
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It fell in the mud... But who am I to refuse a cookie?
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