...and the flying spaghetti monster descended from the heavens and spake unto me: "Somewhere in this vast world that I have wrought is stowed a food dish of the purest Zircon, seek out the Zircon food bowl and return it unto me." Being the good pastafarian that I am, I immediately complied with the wishes of my great god, and I now seek companions to aid me in my quest for the Zircon food dish. It is a long and dangerous path that is doomed to failure... so who's with me? |
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