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MESSAGE 1
     As you turn the peg in the round hole, the lights go out.                    
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 2
     After a short pause, you hear a terrified bellow from the cave below.        
                                                                                  
     ...EXIT BEAR, PURSUED BY GRUE....                                            
                                                                                  
     You feel the rough fur of the bear brush past you as he makes for            
     the light above.                                                             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 3
     .....                                                                        
     A few seconds later, the light goes on again.                                
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 4
     There is a satisfactory clank from under your feet. The stick returns        
     to its start position.  Everything loose rattles.                            
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 5
     H I S S ! ..... C R E A K ! .... The locomotive rocks gently.                
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 6
     C R E A K ! .... H I S S ! ..... The locomotive becomes very still.          
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 7
     R O A R ! .. C L A N G ! .... The locomotive lurches backwards into          
     the buffers.                                                                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 8
     R O A R !....  The cab fills with steam.                                     
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 9
     The bear's mother isn't afraid of the dark.                                  
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 10
     There seems to be a bear moving around in the bear lair.                     
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 11
     I'm certain there's an even bigger bear in the bear lair now.                
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 12
     $NOUN$ isn't anywhere to be seen.                                            
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 13
     BO : O wise and brave Master,  my miserable opinion is that                  
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MESSAGE 14
     BO : Please,  place no credence on my personal opinion that                  
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MESSAGE 15
     BO : My stupefyingly ill-considered  feeling is as follows:                  
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MESSAGE 16
     BO : If your eminence is prepared to take the advice of one                  
         who has but recently crawled from under a heavy stone,                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 17
     BO : I grovel at your feet, Highness. I have heard them say                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 18
         Wizard Prang is a wise but insubstantial figure.                         
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 19
     Sir Ramic, you are wasting your time, and mine,  addressing                  
     an inanimate object like the $NOUN$.                                         
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 20
     I am helping you as much as I can,  thankless task though it                 
     is. Talk to the owl, by all means, but leave the rest alone.                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 21
     It's hardly Mozart, is it?                                                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 22
     Pipe down, for pity's sake.                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 23
     Final Score:- Bach 22 : Sir Ramic Hobbs 0.                                   
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 24
     Stop messing about, Hobbs!                                                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 25
     Oh, for God's sake, can we get on with it, please!                           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 26
     When are you going to stop playing the fool, Sir Ramic?                      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 27
     The doormat rises about an inch above the floor, trembles                    
     for a moment, and then disappears with a faint WHOOSH.                       
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 28
         only an ignoramus like myself would need to ask  about                   
         that.                                                                    
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 29
     You'll have to get it first.                                                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 30
     Find it yourself, you lazy devil.                                            
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 31
     Not practical, right now, Sir Ramic.  You don't look well.                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 32
     What are you going to use? Just say USE OWL, or whatever.                    
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 33
     You can't do that from the mat, I'm afraid.                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 34
     OK.  Now you're no longer on the mat.                                        
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 35
     Now where the hell did you leave that flute?                                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 36
     The scenery becomes a blur (well, MORE of a blur, really) as the             
     mat transports you at top speed.                                             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 37
     The cat ignores the $NOUN$, but licks its lips in anticipation.              
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 38
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 39
     Will you NEVER learn?  A huge snake has sprung out of the basket.            
     It seems rather hostile.                                                     
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 40
         a snake may often be charmed.....  or distracted by a person             
         of simian appearance.                                                    
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 41
     You seem to have become short of breath.                                     
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 42
     It has slid through the metal bars in the floor and disappeared. We          
     didn't hear it hit bottom, did we?                                           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 44
     Something really wierd happens...  The little cell shakes a little,          
     then the floor of the tunnel to the West starts to rise, and closes          
     the West entrance with a metal plate. Simultaneously, a gap appears          
     at  the base of the East wall,  which gradually enlarges to show  a          
     tunnel leading East.   At the base of the West wall,  a catflap has          
     appeared.  There's probably an easier way to describe it, actually.          
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 45
     I  think you're ready for the easy explanation now.   The  elevator          
     rises.  The Eastern exit is closed, the Western is revealed.                 
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 46
     Going down...                                                                
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 47
     Going up..                                                                   
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 48
     Snap!                                                                        
     The  catflap has closed suddenly,  and the fright has loosened  your         
     grip. The little bent wire has fallen through the bars in the floor.         
     BUTTERFINGERS!                                                               
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 49
     It won't fit.                                                                
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 50
     Will you, for God's sake, take this seriously, Sir Ramic.  Even if           
     your out-of-condition body could take the strain, it would be very           
     stupid to jump at this stage.                                                
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 51
     The snake appears to be losing interest in you. I'm not surprised.           
     It slithers away, pursued by Sir Fritz Tenshun.                              
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 52
         an elevator is a device for transporting wingless ones up and            
         down, by manipulating the floor in a vertical direction.                 
                                                                                  
         There is no cause for alarm, Oh Wise One, as they very seldom            
         malfunction.                                                             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 53
     Just as you fumble the last turn of the knot, the rope slithers off          
     the ring, and falls away.  BUTTERFINGERS, thou art well named!               
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 54
     Careful with that rope! Oh dear.  It's now slithered away across             
     the cliff face.  It's still attached at the top.                             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 55
     That was smart.  The rope is now lying in a heap, about 150 feet             
     below.  For you, Sir Ramic, the quest is over.                               
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 56
     I wouldn't trust you with anything sharp enough to cut with, Sir             
     Ramic, so I've removed them from the game.                                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 57
     The trapdoor seems immensely solid.  I don't think you've unlocked           
     it yet. Pushing it causes a click inside.                                    
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 58
     Click..                                                                      
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 59
     You pressed too hard! The whole trapdoor swings wide, comes off its          
     hinges, and delivers a sound blow to your helmet,  as it crashes to          
     the floor of the cave below.  Suddenly, it has become very dark.             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 60
     All the fastenings are round the back.  You can't take anything off!         
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 61
     If you think you can wear anything on top of a suit of armour and            
     helmet, you must be worse than I thought!                                    
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 62
     You really ought to get some holes punched in that visor.  It would          
     help with ventilation, too.                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 63
     HI                                                                           
       S                                                                          
       S                                                                          
         SS                                                                       
         S                                                                        
         S                                                                        
       S                                                                          
       S                                                                          
     The ladder deflates with you on it.                                          
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 64
     Whoops!                                                                      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 65
     Sir Fritz: Get in the queue, Tinribs!                                        
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 66
     Sir Fritz: Leave my pet alone, Sir Ramic!                                    
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 67
     Sir Fritz: Sit down and wait, like everyone else!"                           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 68
     With a rather undignified abseiling action, you seem to have reached         
     the end of the rope.                                                         
     Since you seem reluctant to let go, I'll just untie it at the top.           
     ... that's done it.                                                          
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 69
         a boat is a device for transporting wingless ones across seriously       
         wet, as opposed to merely damp, places.  Such wet areas often have       
         ideas  about direction of travel which conflict with the ideas  of       
         the passenger. For this reason, it is wise to provide oneself with       
         a means of propulsion before embarking,  and I'm certain that your       
         Excellency will already have obtained such an item.                      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 70
                                                                                  
     May I dispel, here and now, any hint that the rope twitched or stiffened     
     in any way as a result of your little tune.                                  
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 71
     No response to your offer.  What do you expect?                              
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 72
     You're going to find it difficult to give away, I'm afraid...                
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 73
     No luck with that rather feeble ploy..                                       
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 74
     The guard is delighted.  He grabs the sword, does a few experimental         
     flourishes with it, and dashes off.                                          
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 75
     There are certain difficulties associated with that course of action.        
     Are you sure all the necessary items are present?                            
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 76
     I can't hear a word you're mumbling!                                         
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 77
     Peace, Perfect Peace                                                         
     -                                                                            
     -                                                                            
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 78
     Why did you do that?  I can't hear myself think.                             
                                                                                  
     What do you mean YOU can't hear me think either?                             
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 79
     The door crashes open, tears from its hinges, and disappears.                
     You hear a distant splash.                                                   
                                                                                  
     Vandal.                                                                      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 80
     There's a trick to this.  Just keep trying.                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 81
     The door appears to be wearing an evil grin.  Try something else.            
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 82
     You're not going to be beaten by a ruddy door after all this effort,         
     are you?                                                                     
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 83
         a door is a piece of wood in a hole in a wall.... Hell, I've             
         forgotten what I was going to tell you.  What did you ask?               
                                                                                  
         There's something weird about this place.                                
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 84
         a ladder is a device to enable wingless ones to ascend and               
         descend without breaking their valuable necks.                           
                                                                                  
         These pneumatic jobs are a mystery to me, though.  There are             
         some of these cartridges kicking around in the Grand Central             
         Cavern, as I'm sure your eminence already knows.                         
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 85
     You've stood still so long that the leg joints of your armour have           
     frozen stiff.                                                                
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 86
     They scuttle away, making rude gestures with their antennae.                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 87
     Are you still standing there?..... Here, let me just warm you up by          
     showing you these pretty pictures in the book... There, now, that's          
     better, isn't it?                                                            
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 88
     Gosh, you ARE patient.  I've brought you some reading matter.                
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 89
         a wire coathanger is the adult form of the safety pin.    If             
         one leaves a few coathangers in a drawer, one will find them             
         to be joined by a number of coathanger larvae, ie the common             
         safety pin.  These safety pins will develop into fully grown             
         wire coathangers at the moment that a safety pin is required.            
                                                                                  
         Similarly, once a pair of wire coathangers have mated,  they             
         will disappear, leaving only a musty smell when their drawer             
         is opened in search of a wire coathanger.                                
                                                                                  
         Wire  coathangers will not mate if hung in a  wardrobe,  and             
         may  become vicious.   Many develop sharp edges or sag in  a             
         treacherous fashion when used.                                           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 90
         ..... well, what can this miserable owl add?                             
                                                                                  
         They are DELICIOUS!  Begging your pardon, of course, my Lord.            
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 91
         'salmonella-free' means there is no charge for the salmonella.           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 92
     W                                                                            
       H                                                                          
       O                                                                          
       O                                                                          
       S                                                                          
     H                                                                            
       H                                                                          
                                                                                  
       The ladder inflates. It now stretches upwards.                             
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 93
     W H O O S H H H !!!!!    POP.  Whimper... C L A N K.                         
                                                                                  
     You FOOL! You were holding it when you closed the cover!  The ladder         
     deployed sideways, caught a sharp projection, and self-destructed.           
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 94
     The eternal flame goes out without warning.  Isn't that just the             
     kind of thing you'd expect?  This quest is a bummer, I tell you.             
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 95
     Now you're back in the Hall, the eternal flame re-kindles just as            
     mysteriously as it earlier went out.                                         
                                                                                  
     How DO they DO that?  Beats the hell outa me.                                
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 96
     "Now, Sir.  You know the rules about cartridges as well as I do."            
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 97
     "$OBJECT$! $OBJECT$! Don't bore me with THAT subject!"                       
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 98
         this trouser ferret is but a shadow of its former self. It               
         is not sleeping, pining for the peat bogs,  or observing a               
         two-minute silence.   Its immortal soul has long ago  left               
         to take its place in the great Trouser Leg in the sky.  It               
         is my considered opinion, indeed,  that its mortal remains               
         have been stuffed.                                                       
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 99
     "Now you're talking, Sir.  Here's a new one to replace it."                  
     The storeman gives you a full cartridge and pops the used one in             
     a nearby crate.                                                              
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 100
     "That looks uncommonly like bribery, Sir."                                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 101
     The ferret regards you with dumb insolence.                                  
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 102
     The ferret maintains a sullen silence.                                       
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 103
     The ferret gazes wordlessly at a point behind your left shoulder.            
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 104
     Harvey growls, and crouches, ready to spring.                                
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 105
     Harvey barks in a menacing fashion, and circles you.                         
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 106
     Harvey drools with anticipation.  It appears he likes people                 
     like you, especially for his lunch.                                          
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 107
     He's not about to let you leave.                                             
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 108
     Harvey looks pleased and licks your hand.                                    
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 109
     Harvey wags his stumpy tail.                                                 
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 110
     $OBJECT$ is not here.                                                        
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 111
     You haven't got the $NOUN$.                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 112
     $OBJECT$ doesn't seem interested.                                            
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 113
     Harvey is delighted.  He rushes off in pursuit, and returns,                 
     panting, with the bone, which he drops at your feet.                         
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 114
     This is just what Harvey's been waiting for.  He gallops away                
     in hot pursuit, and fetches the bone back.                                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 115
     You've made Harvey's day.  He'll fetch the bone every time you throw it.     
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 116
     You're in no position to issue instructions, Sir Ramic.                      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 117
     Harvey snarls.  He's very particular what you do with that bone.             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 118
     As you pick up the bone, Harvey looks expectant, but when nothing            
     happens, he looks puzzled, snatches the bone back and drops it.              
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 119
     THAT WAS A MISTAKE!  Harvey thinks you want to play, so he picks             
     you up by one leg and shakes you a little.   You can't take much             
     of this game.                                                                
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 120
                                                                                  
     I think you've seen the last of that mat, my friend.                         
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 121
                                                                                  
     ZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPP!  Wow! Your poor aching head!                               
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 122
                                                                                  
     This mat is obviously a sports model!  What a speed!                         
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 123
                                                                                  
     WHEEEE!  Play it again, Sir Ram!  I want another magical ride!               
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 124
     The door doesn't budge.                                                      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 125
     There must be a trick to this.  Keep trying.                                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 126
     The door slides easily across.                                               
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 127
         his  customary boldness evaporates at the arrival of  long               
         wriggly creatures,  although I bow to your  Magnificence's               
         omniscience in all such matters.                                         
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 128
         Sherpas are mountain-ascending by descent.                               
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 129
                                                                                  
     However,  at the sight of the snake, the Abdominal Snowman turns a           
     pale shade of green, makes high-pitched gibbering noises, and runs           
     in an undignified fashion into the mist.   The snake follows  with           
     every appearance of enthusiasm, while Sir Fritz,  after a glare at           
     you,  pulls  a portable snow suit from his  pocket,  dons it,  and           
     stalks off in pursuit.                                                       
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 130
                                                                                  
     Sir Fritz:  Oh my God, be careful of the basket!                             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 131
                                                                                  
     Sir Fritz:  I'm so worried about the basket!                                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 132
                                                                                  
     Sir Fritz:  I only left the basket for a moment!                             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 133
                                                                                  
     Sir Fritz:  That basket is MY property!                                      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 134
     You untie the sherpa.  He seems deeply grateful, and bounds off              
     over the ice, leaving the string in a ball on the snow.                      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 135
     Sir Fritz:  Just put it down, Sir Ramic.                                     
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 136
     You'll need to be in a workshop for that.                                    
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 137
     You haven't got the magazine with the plans in it.                           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 138
     There's no silk here!                                                        
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 139
     I can't see the bamboo you're going to need.                                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 140
     String!  Where's the string?                                                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 141
     You haven't got a wire coathanger here.  I KNOW it isn't in the plans,       
     but you ALWAYS need a wire coathanger!                                       
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 142
     Insert tab A in slot B.                                                      
     Bend along line CD.                                                          
     Cut along dotted line.                                                       
     Hmm...                                                                       
     .                                                                            
     .                                                                            
     Time passes...                                                               
     .                                                                            
     .                                                                            
     .. and pull tab Z!                                                           
     Wow!  A Hang Glider!                                                         
                                                                                  
   * There's a footnote in the magazine that says you ought to drop               
     any bat, chalk, flute, paint, peg or magazine you may have.                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 143
     You have disassembled the glider into its component parts.                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 144
     It is remarkable that someone of your decrepitude can lumber into            
     motion in this fashion, but off you go, limpimg towards the cliff            
     edge.... and over.                                                           
                                                                                  
     Wheee!! This is more fun than the magic doormat!                             
                                                                                  
     Far below,  Harvey,  clutching his bone,  gallops down the  steep            
     cliff path, swims across the River Alf, and stands panting on the            
     road, waiting for you.                                                       
                                                                                  
     You arrival is less than elegant,  and very unkind to an innocent            
     dog you have chosen as the target for your forced landing.                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 145
     Limp, limp, hobble, hobble, trip, whizz. Thump.                              
                                                                                  
     You wake, covered in sand, with Harvey trying to lick your face.             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 146
     It is advisable to carry a glider of some kind if you want to fly.           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 147
         a glider is an instrument of suicide much favoured by  the               
         exhibitionist.                                                           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 148
     Sorry.  The gap is too small to squeeze through with that hang               
     glider.  You'll have to find another way out of the caverns.                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 149
     The limitations of your capabilities are such that you can only              
     tie string.   You cannot tie string to just anything, either. I              
     suggest you restrict your Boy Scout activities to the feasible.              
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 150
     Crapulous peers should refrain from the impossible, in my opinion.           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 151
     Insobriety is no excuse for asininity.                                       
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 152
     You try tying the string to the $OBJECT$ for a while, but it's no good.      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 153
     You might find that easier if the string were here!                          
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 154
     Done.  The string is tied to the rope.  Are you pursuing some idea?          
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 155
     It's already tied to the $OBJECT$.                                           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 156
     It's untied.                                                                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 157
     Done.  The string is tied to the bone.  This is interesting.                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 158
     Into bondage, are we..?  Think shame of yourself, Sir Ramic.                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 159
     It doesn't work. Tying string to the $OBJECT$ isn't going to                 
     help the quest, unless you mean to BUILD the GLIDER, in which                
     case, just say so.                                                           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 160
     Harvey's lip curls, and he utters a growl which BO tells me means            
     something like:                                                              
       "Are you feeling lucky.... Punk..?"                                        
     or                                                                           
       "Go on... Make my day.."                                                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 161
     You cracked it at last.  The bone, in its flight,  passed over  the          
     drawbridge latch, pulling the string.  Harvey's retrieve has pulled          
     the rope over too, and you now have both ends of the rope.                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 162
     There is an ominous click, then the rope recoils back towards you.           
     With a ponderous determination, the drawbridge lowers itself.                
     The castle gate now lies open to the North.                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 163
     I can hear your little grey cells clicking together.  You're on the          
     right track, but the string is too short, and anyway it wouldn't be          
     strong enough to pull the latch.                                             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 164
     Good idea.  The first, I think, in some while. However, the rope is          
     too heavy to throw the whole way.   Is there something else you can          
     throw?                                                                       
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 165
     Hmm.. You need something to weight the end of the string.                    
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 166
     Something tells me that his condition isn't terminal.  I should leave        
     him alone if I were you.                                                     
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 167
     He grunts and opens his eyes suddenly.  Luckily, they close again!           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 168
     H.L.Gorilla: Oh, for the love of Pete, can't you see I'm dying?              
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 169
     The cat eyes Harvey carefully, and crouches, ready to spring.                
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 170
     The cat decides that discretion is the better part of valour and             
     hurtles off.  Harvey pursues, but soon forgets what he is doing,             
     and returns, looking pleased with himself.                                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 171
     Excellent net, this.  You've caught a huge fish!                             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 172
     Keep trying till you catch a fish!                                           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 173
     Your net catches something that looks like a section of fence.               
     You throw it back in.                                                        
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 174
     Your net catches something that looks like a piece of a rowing               
     boat.  You throw it back in.                                                 
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 175
     The cat eats the fish with relish, but still looks hungry.                   
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 176
         one has frequently seen better turned legs on a sideboard,               
         her voice is clearly audible over a circular saw, but she                
         is acutely sensitive on the subject of eating in bed.                    
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 177
         .......aaaaargh!                                                         
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 178
     The gorilla grumbles restlessly in his sleep, and his huge paw               
     grips convulsively on a banana skin.                                         
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 179
     Well, it was worth a try.  But no dice, old chap.  Sorry.                    
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 180
     Yecch...  Is that the cave or is it you?                                     
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 181
     I smell nothing unusual, other than your socks.                              
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 182
         this  quest is characterised by a total lack of  importance.             
         Like me, and unlike you, the items and characters populating             
         the  halls of this world are only there because they have to             
         be, and would much rather be left to their fates.                        
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 183
         this  is  an implement of wood, designed to strike a  sphere  of         
         leather.   Much greater minds than mine, O Prince,  have decreed         
         that it be so, and who are we to question them.  In short, Sire,         
         I haven't a clue.                                                        
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 184
     What you have suggested is either pointless, or can be expressed             
     differently.  $VERB$ something else, perhaps.                                
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 185
     You'd need the $NOUN$ for that and you haven't got it.                       
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 186
     Sorry, but rope-climbing just isn't possible for you, Sir Ramic.             
     You could SLIDE DOWN a rope, but that's about it.                            
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 187
     Yes, I see.  You are scribbling on a nearby rock.                            
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 188
     Yes, I see.  You are daubing a nearby rock.                                  
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 189
     Don't you dare, Sir Ramic.  You've got enough trouble.                       
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 190
     Just leave that $ADJECTIVE$ $NOUN$ alone.  I'll deal with it.                
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 191
     No.  You've got it wrong.  YOU do the leading.  WE do the following.         
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 192
     Everything here is non-flammable, thank goodness.                            
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 193
     Will you for God's sake leave these eagles alone!                            
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 194
     It's not so simple.  You're on the wrong track.                              
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 195
     You're blundering around in the dark.  You'll have to keep trying.           
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 196
     It's too dark to do anything like that.  Where's the light?                  
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 197
     Can't you remember how you opened it?                                        
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 198
     You don't want a nasty bite, do you?                                         
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 199
     Less of the intimate stuff, if you don't mind.                               
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 200
     Hands off!  Just what do you think you are doing?                            
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 201
     What do you think this is?  A children's zoo?                                
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 202
     Still no sign of a thaw... You are rooted to the spot.                       
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 203
     Why not ask BO about the coathanger while you're stuck here?                 
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 204
     If you are frozen here much longer, you are going to have to                 
     ask for help.  Again and again.                                              
                                                                                  
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