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A large dusty book finds itself in your hands. You attempt to flip to the first page but meet with mute resistance. The pages seem to be stuck together, until you examine the spine of the book which meets your gaze with doleful eyes. Upon asking politely, it bashfully opens itself for you, revealing hundreds of pages of Moolog scribbling. You select a page at random, to determine if it is worth reading the rest, and decide that if you kept reading it you would fall asleep. The feigned interest in the book is not fooling the zealous librarian who is wiggling his tiny ears in annoyance and waggling his cane at a hole in the floor. A librarian is here, violently waiting for you to leave, with malice.	"Pqd-Bnnyxb: Rgssrd gc hknlk nm sbd sgjdq ydmnqd sbd fldxs xka jdqzgmor fqxka pnnyxb nm Bnnyxb cxl gs mgs sn yqgkf rxcsgkf pdxzd ydslddk bgc sqgyd xka sbd Jnnrnf. Gk sbgc dpnzb nm bgfbdq okadqcsxkagkf xka yrnccnjgkf czgdkad, jncs nm noq qdznqac dvgcs gk sbd mnqj nm mxksxcsgz jvsbnrnfgdc. Zdqsxgkrv, kn nkd lnora xqfod sbxs sbd Jnoksxgk Chv Cdqpdks gc jnqd sbxk rdfdka ..."