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block. His eyes were as misty asthe fog on north Manhattan on

winter solstice and could not be deared no matter how many

times the old man waved his hands. He felt like a victim of

weed douse (thoroughly bathed in Indian hemp)

"Fghdknkhasknskhds, adghfghdgqddqwdg." He muttered

incoherently as he fought against insanity from the sheer

information cum experience overload.

"Hmm" the old man waved his hand and Tom found himself in

a totally new place and environment where he will sober up.Looking around him for some time, he traced the clues in his

environment to the left to find their hut which left his mouth in

an O", wide enough to swallow Hulk's head.

He tried remembering what happened last time, only to

experiencea splitting headache.