
Bloodied and in a deep embrace, Jim Aal and Master W wake up with no memory of how all the red bodily fluids could have gotten onto their otherwise neat wardrobe. Just a faint suspicion that yesterday's greedy consumption of both dubious and diabolical mushrooms.
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6.5
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6.3
6.2
5.9
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6.4
6.2
5.9
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6.8
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6.4
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6.7