MARKET IN THE HEAVENS
REMEMBER: WHEN YOU TALK, IT'S ITALISIZED AND UNDERLINED. WHEN OTHERS ANSWER YOU, IT'S IN QUOTES AND BOLD.
ACCTUALLY, IT'S A GUY IN THE MIDDLE OF A  GROVE OF THREES. YES, USUALLY YOU SEE TREES IN A FOREST, BUT TODAY YOU SEE THREES. WHY ARE YOU SURROUNDED BY THREES? "WHAT YOU SAY, EH?" YOU QUICKLY NOTICE HE'S AN ILLITERATE CANADIAN MERCHANT WITH MERE CREACENTS TO GIVE YOU FOR WORTHLESS STUFF. BUT REALLY, WHAT CAN A STUPID CANADIAN DO? YOU APROACH THE MERCHANT BUT HE STOPS YOU. " STAY BACK, EH! THESE AREN'T ANY THREES! THESE ARE MAGICAL THREES!" STILL CONFUSED ABOUT THE THREES, BUT WONDERING ABOUT THE THREES, YOU: "NOW I BET YE ART A-WANDERIN' 'BOUT THESE THREES. LET ME TELL YOU-A TAIL." DON'T YOU MEAN A TALE? "WHAT? NO! HOW COULD YOU TELL THE DIFFERENCE WHEN I SAY IT ANYWAY, MUTTON  HEAD!'' DISPITE HIS LAME INSTULTINGING, YOU:
			LISTEN AND HOPEGULLY YOU MIGHT, JUST MIGHT, GET SOME INFORMATION THAT MAKES ANY SENSE AT ALL.
IGNORE HIS LAME TAIL.
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