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"It’s a textbook on economics!" You say.

  "I’m sorry," says the shopkeeper, "But even we have standards.  That textbook is far too horrible for even us to accept.  The fact that you can even hold it means that you’re either a terrifying demon, or an economics teacher.  For the good of the earth, you must die!"

  With that, the shopkeeper smashes his fist down on a flashing red button on the left side of the counter.  It’s labeled "Vaporize Customer."

  "Hey Wait!" you attempt to cry out, but all that leaves your mouth is water vapor and carbon dioxide, mainly because that’s all that’s left of your body.

  You respawn on a sidewalk in the middle of a busy city, right next to a building full of workers that design space age weapons.  What luck!

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