"And where is the Spirit King now?" Ciskel asked without taking his eyes of his surroundings. He picked up a flower he'd never seen before.

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Meanwhile on Earth-land night had fallen, and a lone figure walked across the boulevard with a shovel over his shoulder and a large box under his arm.
The figure sang softly as the warm evening wind drifted his words over the river.
[i]"Boom boom boom. I can't stop singing this bloody tune tune tune. It's gonna make my brain go boom boom boom. I can't stop singing this bloody tune tune tune."[/i]