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         “Got it.” Lifting the small vile of liquid to the dim, flickering lights over head, you inspected the strange, green concoction within. You had no idea what it was, but it had to be important. “That was a ton of work for something so small. I wonder what it is.” Before you had a chance to ponder what this might be, a strange red light filled the dank basement. Turning your eyes away from the vile, you saw that the room had filled with a hoard of angry Bombs. The sight caused your heart to sink, but you weren't about to just lay down and die. “I must have tripped a silent alarm.” Turning on your hea