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ya, no rush. if there are half a dozen people that wanted to try and participate combined with a willing judge, then it could be more fun than a barrel of drowned martins (assuming one of the dead martin carcasses was filled with emeralds and rubies). And everyone that found the barrel was first shot in a kneecap, given a shimmering metallic wrench, and then told their mam needed the gems to pay for health insurance.
that'd be a story with probably not a lot of external dialogue.
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