|  |  | | So I heard! From the cube himself. On one of the previous pages, I believe. I'll place a fiver on the mead winning out. The mead always wins! 
 I am finally better, Mel! It's been a bizarre illness that has affected my mind for too long. How can I tell I'm better? Because finally I want to drink again.
 
 PS. I left my DS at a friends house. I am foolish.
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