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In post 1349, brassherald wrote:This game is the worst. First I had to have an analgesic which the solo person couldn't figure out, then I can't hug another man?

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> south

Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 55

>south
You can't go that way.

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> look

Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 56

>look
Vogon Hold
This is a squalid room filled with grubby mattresses, unwashed cups, and unidentifiable bits of smelly alien underwear. A door lies to port, and an airlock lies to starboard.
Ford Prefect is here.
Along one wall is a tall dispensing machine.
In the corner is a glass case with a switch and a keyboard.
It looks like the glass case contains:
an atomic vector plotter

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>look at machine

Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 57

>look at machine
The dispenser is tall, has a button at around eye-level, and says "Babel Fish" in large letters. Anything dispensed would probably come out the slot at around knee-level. It bears a small label which reads "Another fine product of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation."

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>push button

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>push button
Which button do you mean, the dispenser button, the red button, or the green button?

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>push dispenser button

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>push dispenser button
A single babel fish shoots out of the slot. It sails across the room and through a small hole in the wall, just under a metal hook.

Ford yawns. "Matter transference always tires me out. I'm going to take a nap." He places something on top of his satchel. "If you have any questions, here's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" (Footnote 14). Ford lowers his voice to a whisper. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you'll never be able to finish the game without consulting the Guide about lots of stuff." As he curls up in a corner and begins snoring, you pick up The Hitchhiker's Guide.

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>Take satchel

>look in satchel

Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 60

>take satchel
Taken.

>look in satchel
You can't. It's not yours. It's Ford's and it's private.

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>take off gown

Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 61

>take off gown
Okay, you're no longer wearing your gown.

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>examine room

Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 62

>examine room
Vogon Hold
This is a squalid room filled with grubby mattresses, unwashed cups, and unidentifiable bits of smelly alien underwear. A door lies to port, and an airlock lies to starboard.
There is a thing your aunt gave you which you don't know what it is here.
Ford is in the corner, snoring loudly.
Along one wall is a tall dispensing machine.
In the corner is a glass case with a switch and a keyboard.
It looks like the glass case contains:
an atomic vector plotter

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> look at keyboard

>hang gown on hook

Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 64

>look at keyboard
You see nothing special about the keyboard.

>hang gown on hook
The gown is now hanging from the hook, covering a tiny hole.

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>look at thing aunt gave you

Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 65

>look at thing aunt gave you
I don't know the word "gave".

>look at thing
Apart from a label on the bottom saying "Made in Ibiza" it furnishes you with no clue as to its purpose, if indeed it has one. You are surprised to see it because you thought you'd thrown it away. Like most gifts from your aunt, you've been trying to get rid of it for years.

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> type vogon

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>type vogon
That sentence isn't one I recognise.

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