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Having destroyed an entire crazed new age cannibal cult, you realize you're really quite hungry. You see the house, now completely collapsed, is approaching a fine temperature for a barbecue.

You walk down to the local grocery store to get some sausages. Hell, you even go crazy enough to grab a couple of steaks and a pack of beer while you're at it. Checking your Jeans Pockets of Holding, you find the gold piece you snarfed from the error, which should be enough to pay for the whole shebang.

As you come to the clerk, he stares at you with a mixture of horror and disbelief. It dawns on you that coming into a store bloodied from several fat cult cannibal bites, reeking of gasoline and half covered in ashes may not be considered normal behaviour. Then again, snarfing errors for their gold

He can't seem to decide whether to call the police, (failing to) act normally or faint.

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