1Shut Up!
The potion master crushed the scarlet herb into the simmering solution.
"Is it ready yet?" a nasal voice whined.
The master handed him a flask with an orange liquid which he drank.
"Ugh, this tastes likeÐ mmph!" His mouth sealed itself shut.
"Your incessant whining bores me," the master muttered, tending to his latest potion.
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