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No. 270
You throw the door open and stroll, casualy, into the shack. The walls are roughly hewn, nondescript; the wall to the left is windowed, but blocked by tress; and in the corner you can see something sat atop a stool. Staring at it, you hear the voice again.
"I said stay the FUCK out of my shack, human!"
What do you do?
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