I ask the man who always tells the truth which door leads to certain freedom.
He tells me the correct answer.
I exit the room.
- I think there's a little more to this riddle than you put?
I ask the man who always tells the truth which door leads to certain freedom.
He tells me the correct answer.
I exit the room.
- I think there's a little more to this riddle than you put?
Take that ya one-eyed, bomb-lobbin', cactus eatin', pot bellied, thug fat jigglin-chicken whoopin' big, back-stabbin lob-armed creepy spastic bloody, blind-eyed pashy little twitchy pickle-headed rocke- hoppin, potato-poppin' phony two-faced stealthy mutant bastard!
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