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The mighty dungeoneers had faced many challenges in their lifetime, from lord Chaos's dungeons to a drinking contest with Stamm earlier in the night to Leyla's strange dungeon mistress games she made them all play - but this was by far the worst yet.
Putting the firey carnage out of their minds, the champions gathered together and made their way through the portcullis cautiously, as Stamm began to sing a song about a mystic unicorn.
They all split up around the washing, assuming it a smelly but harmless blockage, but this was no cloned pillar - this was a cloned monster, and without warning multiple giant's socks leaped out in cardboard-like stiffness of dirt encrusted filth eager to impale the hapless group
With unexpected focus and clarity, Zed started issuing orders: "Gothmog, rear rank, fireballs; Stamm, front rank, cleaver; Chani, rear rank, lightning.. oh, and Hisssa must do that clever fuzzy dodge thing that always goes down well."
Gothmog gave Zed a long look then said, "What the muppeting fudge berries are you blethering on about - you just shut your noise you and watch me blow the lot of these fuzzy foot warmers inta bitza stuffing!"
"Since when!" said Gothmog, Stamm, Halk, Chani, Hissssa, Daroou, Leyla, Mophus and a tiny hamster at the same time, "Syra is a much better leader than you!"
Enraged and ignoring the threat of a lynching by gigantic menacing laundry, Zed leapt at Gothmog, slashing with his dagger but only reaching Gothmog's coin pouch which elicited a curse from the dark robed wizard: "Damn you, you hairy faced git, you've spilt all my copper, man!"
Taken unawares by the Socks of Doom (tm) while messing about with Gothmog, Zed was suddenly dragged backwards towards to laundry hamper, yelling "help me gang, if not for me, then for my poor moustache!"
"I always thought he looked more like Des Lynam...but, you know, a young Des" said Stamm to himself, which earned him some very strange looks from Halk - mostly because Stamm had decided to remove his trousers at some point earlier.
Zed streched as both parties heaved, which would bring a tear to your eye as Gothmog had just offered a helping hand by grabbing the only appendage available at that end of the body.
Stamm, a less quck thinker, ran to catch the other sock but tripped over his trousers onto a large chicken carcass left in the dirt, breaking it's wishbone.
Leif, who was aware of how little he figured in the story, made up for it by investigating the laundry basket which was oozing some disgusting muck, muttering "It looks like Mother's cheese flavoured vitreous flux."
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