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Deke walks timidly up to the blademaker and says, "Sir, I wonder if you'd be interested in a trade. I'd like to trade my...my fumball," he presents it to the man, "for a bow and a set of arrows."

The blademaker looks at the bow, and looks at the ball.

"Get a life!" he laughs. "You've got to be joking."

Crushed, Deke walks away with his ball, and you all leave the store.

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