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Whoa, it was really dark down here. Goku stopped for a second, trying to get a better bearing on his surroundings, but his eyes were just terrible. The young boy couldn't pick up more than blackness and the occasional wall when he accidentally staggered into it.

All this ickiness he blamed on the witches and their venom, but the excessive heat seemed like a new side effect. It was very distracting when you were trying to fight people off to save a corpse.

"I think--" he stared, leaning forward to get a better whiff. "--we're almost there!"

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Instead of thinking of the mess she might find—which she promptly realized wasn't going to be that easy to figure out, there weren't exactly people gathered here like she expected—she decided to think of food instead. Okay, so Ramona wasn't exactly a chef or a connoisseur of good food—even she was Stockholmed into liking Sneaky Dee's nachos after the sixth time she'd been there—but she figured she could whip something up. There was a part of her that wondered if they really ... bothered to look at recipes before they cooked things here. Was it all cafeteria style, comes in a giant pan food? Then again, it tended to taste better than that. Were the eggs really made with eggs? Were the burgers actually ostrich? These were the mysteries that the world left her with when it came to food.

Of course, maybe the food was laced with hallucinogens and they were about to find out the great mystery to that. Anything was possible, she figured. Anything. But she figured as long as nothing turned out to be Soylent Green—which, unfortunately, seemed to be a possibility—they were golden. And even if it was, you can't make grilled cheese out of people, right? Right? And that was one thing she was sure she had a handle on. Maybe she was selling herself short a little in that area. She could cook, but who knew what was lying beyond the great abyss of the kitchen. Wherever it was.

It wasn't here, anyway.

Ramona trotted up to the entry way and tapped her bat on the door. Well, there wasn't any immediate growling, so she figured she could risk opening the door and taking a peak inside ...

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