| Father Gnome: | Bit by bit, the wizard and his scientist destroyed the forests to put up factories. |
| Kakralomino: | This seems like a good spot for a tree factory! |
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| Father Gnome: | We were forced to retreat, further
and further into the woods. I went ahead, of course, to check if things were safe. |
| Gnome: | Dude, slow down! |
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| Father Gnome: | But of course, their greed did not stop there. No Sir! Sneeringly, the wizard had a factory built right on top of our last community burrow. |
| Father Gnome: | What a git. I mean, who does that? |
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| Father Gnome: | We went deeper underground, travelling sewers and pipes in search of a new home. |
| Gnome: | We should have taken the metro. |
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| Father Gnome: | In the end, we arrived at this house and elected to stay. |
| Parsley: | Well, that's nice, but we figured this out five pages ago. |
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| Parsley: | What I've been trying to tell you is that you can't stay. This was already somebody's house, y'see? |
| Lanschi: | Yeah, it's a bit cramped like this. |
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| Father Gnome: | Hmm, ehh. I suppose I can ask the folks if they want to move. |
| Lanschi: | We'll wait. |
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| Father Gnome: | Folks said no. |
| Lanschi: | Darnit. |
17. August 2023 
