by craftychicken

High on the hillside, where nobody goes, lives a giant in his house with his horribly ugly nose. He has no friends or family up where he resides, no ones come out in years and no ones ever gone inside. But there's stories of a prophecy that may one day come true. That the giant wishes to take over the town and all its people, like me and you. If you ever see the beans you're doomed for all time. It's the giant's desire to take what is yours and mine. So if ever you see the yellow glow inside someone's eye, someone's been fooled and no, you can't stop him, so don't try. He'll be taking control and he'll never give in. The giant will keep trying and trying until finally...he'll win. This is the same story that's been told to every boy and girl in Darah. The stories vary in their wording but the message is the same, never go near the giant's house and stay away from his magic beans.

When you go past the giant's house, on the hill, you can see the beans being grown. Hundreds and hundreds of them all white in colour. No one knows what actually happens if someone eats one, but most people think the giant wants to use them for evil deeds. Jack is a 15 year old boy who lives in the town. He lives alone with his mum Mrs Trott. She owns a dairy on the edge of the town. They've been poor for as long as Jack can remember. However poor you're thinking....they're poorer than that.

"But mum, everyone else is going to be there" Jack complained.

"I've said no, Jack," his mum replied "you are not going to that party. It's silly, trying to attack the giant indeed."

"Mum, Jill's going."

"Jill's father can let her go if he wants to. You on the other hand are not going near the place."

"The prophecy's not even real mum. If the giant wanted to take over the town, he would've done it by now."

"I've made up my mind Jack. You're not going." His mum said "now, help me with the milk deliveries. The people need their milk."

Jack didn't move. He was daydreaming again.

"JACK!" His mother called "stop thinking about Jill and come and help me with the milk. Come along get a mooove on."

"Mum, there's no need for joking around."

"What? What did I say?"

"You know exactly what you said mum. Stop making cow jokes."

"Sorry Jack. I don't know any udder jokes."

Jack sighed and picked up one of the crates of milk. He left the house and they set off. Their load was very light since they'd sold their last few cows. They only had 3 left. This meant that their income was miniscule compared to the rest of the town.

Jack placed the milk beside the car. He went back and did the same with the remaining crate. Then he went to go and tell his mum that the milk was waiting by the car. He'd just disappeared when suddenly there was a loud crash from outside. Jack and his mum ran out to see what had happened. A truck driver was standing beside a rather large lake of milk. The car's rear end was crushed and both the truck and Mrs Trott's car were sitting in a lake of milk.

"Didn't see your car there" the driver of the truck said.

"You didn't see it?" Jack's mum enquired "how can you miss it when there were two crates of milk sitting right in front of it?"

"You should pay us for all the milk you've just wasted," Jack said.

"I can't," the driver said "I've got a delivery to make. Maybe you shouldn't leave things lying around where other drivers can't see them."

The driver got into his almost unscathed truck and drove off. Leaving Jack and his mum staring at a puddle of milky despair.

"Mum, what are we going to do now?" Jack asked.

"We'll have to sell the last few cows. That'll give us some money. Then I suppose we'll have to find somewhere else to live. We can't stay here."

"Is there nothing else we can do?" Jack asked, pleading for some other way out.

"No. Just take the last few cows down to the market and try and get a good price for them." His

mum told him.

Jack nodded and his mum headed inside. Jack went around the back of the house to retrieve the last of their cows and take them to market.

As he travelled down the road, the sky became dark. A mist rolled in, the air became thick and Jack could hardly see where he was going. He couldn't see where he was. He kept stopping and looking at road signs trying to see if he could find the way.

Suddenly, he saw a man standing in a field.

Why is he so still? Jack thought to himself. He pulled on the rope and persuaded the cows to follow him. He pushed open the gate and crept up the small slope towards the man.

"Excuse me," Jack said, nervously.

The man didn't move.

"Excuse me" Jack said again. He was now only a few metres away from the man. Still the man didn't reply.

Jack touched the man on the shoulder. There was a creaking sound as the man turned around.

Jack gasped and almost fell over in shock. It wasn't a man at all. It was a scarecrow. He had been talking to a scarecrow.

Jack felt stupid. "Sorry scarecrow, I don't think you can tell me the way."

Jack left the field quickly before anyone saw him. He desperately hoped that no one had or he'd probably be the laughing stock of the town. More than he was already.

As he reached the gate, he saw a strange sight coming towards him.

There was someone walking down the street. The problem was...it didn't look like a person at all. They were tall and thin, with extraordinarily long arms and legs. They didn't look human. The person made a sort of groaning noise as they approached. Closer....and closer.

Jack didn't know whether to run, call for help or face this strange creature.

He was too scared to run and too scared to shout out. The creature came closer still and Jack could make out some of its features. It had a big pair of black boots on, a sort of long trench coat and it was taller than any person Jack had ever seen.

The creature stepped out of the mist.

"What are you doing out and about in this fog?" The creature asked.

It was so big that Jack couldn't even see its face.

"I...I was taking my cows to market. I got lost."

"Oh, well you don't need to sell them to make money. I can help you."

"How?" Jack asked, curiously "who are you?"

"Call me G. And if it's money you need, why not just ask people for money?"

"No one would listen to you if you did that. You obviously don't get out much."

"No, you could say that. But I know how you can get people to listen to you."

"How?" Jack asked. He was nervous, but also fascinated by this person. If it even was a

person....

"Using these," G replied, pulling something out of one of the pockets of the trench coat. He

passed it to Jack. It was a small bag. Inside were hundreds of tiny pill-like things. "Give one of

these to someone and they'll do whatever you ask."

"But, that's evil," Jack exclaimed.

"It's only evil if you're using it to do evil things. You need money right?"

"Right."

"And all the people in this town have money. Right?"

"Right."

"So, using these to get some of that money isn't wrong is it?"

"I...I suppose not. How do I make someone take one though?"

"Simple," G replied, reaching into another of the many pockets in the trench coat. This time they

removed a bottle of lemonade from the pocket. "You simply pop one of those in here, and give it

to someone. Then, when they drink it....well...you'll see. Now, pass me one of those beans."

"These are beans?" Jack asked. "Wait, magic beans....I can't even see your face...you're the

giant!"

"No. I'm just extremely tall. And did I say beans? I don't remember saying the word beans? Just pass me one of those things and I'll show you. This is going to solve all your problems. What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't. It's Jack."

"Well, Jack, you can call me G."

"What's it short for?"

"It's not short for anything. It's the extended version of my name."

"What's the not-extended version?"

"Nothing. I never had a name. So I extended the one I don't have to a single letter. Now I go by G."

"Well then Mr G, show me how these things work."

"Hang on. It's not Mr G. You can't just assume that someone's a Mr 'because they have a man's voice." G exclaimed.

"I'm so sorry Ms G."

"It's not Miss or Mrs either."

"Then what is it?"

"Just G. I'm not a man or a woman, I'm just G. That's all there is. So just call me G. Now little Jack, let me show you what these things can do."

G took one of the pill-like things which definitely looked like beans to Jack, and popped one into the bottle of lemonade.

It fizzed and made the bottle look as if it was about to explode, then it settled and the bottle was the same as it was before.

"All we need now, is someone to test it on." G said.

"Test it on? You mean you haven't used these before?"

"Of course I have, I've used these hundreds of times. Now, let's go and find someone to use these beans on."

"There!" Jack shouted.

"What?"

"You called them beans again!"

"Oh...no...I was talking about the beans I'm going to have for dinner tonight. I promise you

Jack, these are not beans. I know they look like beans and they smell like beans, but they are not beans."

"If you say so."

Jack and G walked down the street in the fog looking for someone to give the bottle to. It seemed that the weather had driven everyone away.

As they walked through the mist Jack began to wonder if this was a good thing that he was doing. He wanted to help his mum of course, and he didn't want to sell their last three cows. This seemed to be the only way. Could he really trust what G had told him?

"Here comes someone now," G said.

Jack looked up. A figure was making its way towards them. As they came nearer Jack could see that it was Mrs Crocket, the woman who ran the post office.

"Jack, what are you doing out in this weather?" She asked.

"I was trying to find my way home but I uh...."

G handed Jack the bottle.

Jack stammered as he continued "I uh...just bought this lemonade, you really should try it. It tastes really good."

Mrs Crocket took the bottle and removed the lid. She smelled it. "Hmmm, it smells good."

She took a sip. Jack watched in anticipation. Mrs Crocket took another longer sip.

Nothing happened.

"Oh, thank you Jack, that tastes great" Mrs Crocket said, returning the bottle.

"You're welcome" Jack replied, downhearted. He was confused. It hadn't worked.

Just then Mrs Crocket bent over and screamed.

"Mrs Crocket, are you alright?" Jack shouted.

She screamed again.

"What's happening?" Jack shouted to G.

"The lemonade has finally worked its magic" G replied mysteriously.

Mrs Crocket screamed a few more times before she finally stopped. Jack grabbed her arm and helped her up. He noticed however that something was different. Mrs Crocket's eyes were staring blankly at nothing. She seemed to be almost lost in thought. There was a yellow glint in her eye.

"Ask her if you can borrow some money," G instructed.

"Mrs Crocket," Jack said slowly, "could I borrow some money from you?"

She gave no reply. She reached into her pocket and removed her purse. She held it out to Jack.

He hesitated before G signalled for him to take it.

"Alright Mrs Crocket, you can be on your way now. Give some of this tasty lemonade to your family won't you?" G said, handing her the bottle.

Mrs Crocket gave no reply again. She simply nodded and continued on her way. She walked slowly and almost zombie- like. She didn't give them a farewell or anything, just walked on as though they weren't even there.

"Woah," Jack said in awe, "how long do the effects last?"

"As long as you like," G replied, "there's no time limit. It never runs out."

"You mean, they're stuck like this forever?"

"Or until they die, but yes, forever, You can ask them for anything and they will do it."

"It's like...magic."

"Oh Jack, it's better than magic. It's wonderful. Imagine a world where you can do whatever you like. No one can stop you. No one ever listens to children but everyone will listen to you once they've drunk this. You'll never be poor or lonely again. This is going to solve everything, and make your wildest dreams come true."

Jack smiled. G removed another bottle of lemonade from his pocket. After placing another pill- like thing into it, they gave the bottle to everyone they met.

As the sky changed to dusk, Jack realised that by now they must have given the bottle to half the town.

A question crossed Jack's mind which he hadn't thought to ask yet. "So how do I change them

back?"

"You can't," G replied.

"What?"

"There is no way to turn them back."

"You mean, they're stuck like this forever?"

"Indeed. Now, I'm sorry Jack, but I really must be heading home."

"Where do you live?"

"I live in that big house on the hill."

"But, the giant lives there! You mean to tell me that you really are..." Jack turned to look at G, but G wasn't there anymore. They'd disappeared. Jack looked down every possible street, there was no sign of G anywhere.

How had G managed to disappear so completely from the street. They'd been there one minute and the next...gone...as though G was never there in the first place.

Was G ever really there in the first place? Maybe Jack had imagined them. Jack pulled a few of the white pill-like things from his pocket, just to make sure he hadn't imagined them too.

He hadn't. There were still a few left.

Jack didn't know what to do, he couldn't exactly go to G's house. If G really was the giant...

Jack realised something else. If G really is the giant, then these things are magic beans after all.

I need to find a way to change everyone back and quickly.

Jack made his way home. He knew that there was nothing he could do at 7 o' clock in the evening. Whatever he was going to try, it would have to wait until the morning.

Jack led the cows sadly back home. The mist had lifted and the streets had now been covered in the dark blanket of night.

The sound of the cows' hooves on the cobblestones echoed all around them. Jack felt rather unsettled by how quiet it was.

As his home came into view, he realised something.

His mum would ask why he hadn't sold the cows. She'd be very angry at him for taking the money from Mrs Crocket, even if she had given it to him.

He remembered the field next to the dairy. Jack was quite certain that the field wasn't owned by anyone. At least if it was, Jack had never seen the field have anything in it. He decided it would be best if he kept the cows there for the time being.

He led the cows into the field and untied the ropes. Then, he left and, locking the gate behind him, he headed home.

He pushed open the door and was surprised to see that his mum was standing next to the stove.

"What are you doing mum?" He asked.

"I'm so glad you're home Jack," his mum replied, not answering his question. "How was your trip?"

"Uh, it was alright," Jack said nervously, "what are you making mum?"

"Mrs Crocket stopped by. I told her that we were having some bread and cheese for dinner. I mentioned that it would be nice to have someone else make it for a change. She came back a few minutes later with this." His mum turned around and held out a plate of what looked like a casserole. Jack hesitated before taking the plate.

"Thanks mum," he replied, looking up to her face for the first time. He almost dropped the plate

in surprise. "Mum, did Mrs Crocket give you anything else."

"Oh yes, now you mention it, she gave me this bottle of lemonade. It's very good."

Jack was afraid that was what she would say. She, like Mrs Crocket, had a yellow glint in her eyes.

"Actually mum, I'm not hungry" Jack said, handing his mum the plate.

"Alright Jack, sleep well" his mum replied flatly, giving a strange sort of wave. That was new. She'd never done that before.

The beans had done much more than Jack thought. He'd taken Mrs Crocket's purse. Surely that was stealing. She hadn't done it out of generosity after all. His mum was acting strange now too. Worse still, Jack had no idea how to fix it. For all he knew, the townspeople and his mum could be stuck like that forever.

No, he needed to find a way to fix it. He was going to find G tomorrow and demand that they fix the people and change them back to the way they were before. No matter what it cost him, Jack was going to fix his mistakes.

As the sun rose over Darah, Jack gazed out the window, trying to think of a solution. He'd been up all night trying to think of something, anything that could change them back. He was planning to go to the library to research how to change them back when he remembered that he'd already told himself that he'd just ask G. He was just worried that G was right. What if there was no way to change them back? What if everyone in town was stuck like this forever?

No. Jack told himself. G, or the giant, couldn't be lying. There must be a way to fix this. Or at least, that was what Jack hoped.

As he approached the giant's house, Jack wondered how exactly the beans worked. G had simply put one of them into a bottle of everyday lemonade. So what was in those beans that made the townspeople into zombies?

G opened the door "Oh, it's you."

"Yes it's me," Jack replied, crossly "you disappeared on me yesterday. Where did you go?"

"Home, like I told you. Clearly you weren't listening."

"Most people say goodbye to each other. What is in those beans that makes them work?"

"Beans?" G repeated. "Beans? What beans?"

"The beans you put in the lemonade that has turned half the town into zombies!" Jack shouted.

"Ohhhhh those beans! Well, I would show you, but it's a secret."

Jack tried to think of a way to get G to tell him. After all, if he knew what was in the beans that caused the people to turn into zombies, he might be able to find something that could change them back.

Suddenly, Jack thought of something. "G, why won't you tell me what's in the beans?"

"'Cause then you might find out how to change them back."

"Ah....so there is a way to change them back?"

"No."

"But you just said there was."

"Did I?"

"Yes. What do you put in the beans to make them work?"

"Who said I put anything in them? Maybe they grow like that." G suggested.

"If they did, you wouldn't need to grow them outside. After all, one bean in a single bottle of

lemonade was enough to change half the town. If you needed one bean per person, we'd have

needed a lot more than just one bean."

"I don't put anything in them. They work as soon as they're grown."

"Really?" Jack said in surprise. "Well, in that case....follow me for a moment."

Jack opened the door and led the way outside. He plucked a bean off of a nearby beanstalk and popped it into his mouth.

G, said nothing. They waited. And waited....and waited....nothing happened.

"I knew it," Jack said, "it doesn't work. You do put something in them. Now I just need to find out what that something is, and how to reverse its effects."

"You'll never figure it out," G said teasingly. "It's too sciencey and chemically for a child to work out."

"So it's some kind of chemical," Jack said. "You said it only works in lemonade. The only

chemical I know that's in lemonade is citric acid. That means it's something which reacts with citric acid."

Jack rushed over to G's cupboards. G didn't attempt to stop him.

"You'll never find it." G said.

"Watch me," Jack replied.

He continued opening cupboards until, at last he found a single bottle of something called Potassium Nitrate.

"This isn't food," Jack said, "so this must be what you put into the beans."

"Alright, fine. You found it. That's what controls people's brains and makes them listen to you."

"It turns them into zombies," Jack corrected.

"Zombies, people who listen to you, practically the same thing. There's no way to change them back, Jack."

"There must be. All we need is something that will make the citric acid and the potassium nitrate neutral. We need....ugh I don't know. I don't understand science."

"You don't need to change them back," G said, resting a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Is it really so

bad to have people finally listen to you."

"They don't even know what they're doing. I stole Mrs Crocket's purse without meaning to, mum's acting weird and talks to me like I'm a king or something, and I have no idea how to fix it!"

"Why do you need to fix it? What's so bad about the town finally listening to us? Listen, I've had kids and adults alike tell me that I'm strange and weird my whole life. I've lived up here for centuries and yet, no one ever bothered to talk to me. You are the first person I've spoken to in over 50 years."

"How did you know I needed help anyway?" Jack asked.

"Alright. I'm about to show you something I've never shown anyone before. You mustn't tell

anyone. Understood?"

"Understood."

G let go of Jack's shoulder and backed away. Then, there was a puff of smoke and G, wasn't there anymore. Instead, there was an ordinary pigeon.

"G? Is that you?" Jack asked. The pigeon cooed in response.

G reappeared in another puff of smoke.

"So that's how you disappeared yesterday. Have you been spying on me and mum?"

"Yes, I thought you might finally be the person to help me try out these beans. I didn't bother creating an antidote because...I didn't think you'd want to change them back."

"You mean...there really isn't a way to change them back?"

"I'm sorry, Jack," G replied, sadly "I don't know."

"Well then. We need to do some research at the library."

"You really want to change them back?"

"G, listen to me," Jack said. "If you help me find a way to change them back, I'll tell everyone that it was you who saved the town. You'll be a hero. No one will ever ignore you again, and you'll have people visiting you all the time."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"Ok, then let's find that antidote!"

"To the library!" Jack said excitedly. They rushed for the door when Jack remembered " the library's miles away. It'll take us all day to get there."

"A pigeon's not the only animal I can turn into" G said, mysteriously and in a puff of smoke. Standing before Jack, was a tall black stallion.

Jack clambered on and together they rode off towards the library.

The streets were surprisingly empty even though it was early in the morning. Anyone who was out and about had the yellow glint in their eyes and were walking along seemingly with no clue where they were going. Jack hoped they could find a way to turn them back to normal.

As they reached the library, G changed back into themself.

"I won't be able to go into the library" G said.

"Why not?" Jack enquired.

"Well I don't think the librarian will want me to be in there. Everyone thinks I'm a freak."

"Most likely the librarian has been given some of that lemonade," Jack said "so I don't think he'll

care."

Jack pushed open the door and held it open for G. G had to bend down to avoid banging their head on the doorframe.

Jack had been right. The librarian looked up at them as they entered. He had the familiar yellow glint.

"Welcome," he said stoically "can I help you with anything today?"

"We're looking for the science section," Jack said.

"Section 2, over there" the librarian replied, pointing to a huge selection of books which all had rather complicated names.

"Thank you," Jack replied.

They went over to the shelves and Jack began taking books off of the shelf which had anything to do with Potassium or Nitrates.

They went over to a small table and Jack dumped the books onto the table, rather loudly.

"Ok, I'll look through these books," Jack instructed, separating the books into two piles "and you can look through those books."

"Um....Jack?" G said, nervously.

"Yes G."

"I...uh...don't know how to read."

"Oh. That might make things difficult. Do you know how to write?"

"Apart from my name, no."

"Ok, well...just sit there quietly while I look through these books."

After a few hours Jack hadn't found very much. He'd discovered what Potassium Nitrate was and how it worked but he couldn't find anything that might reverse the effects.

"Ugh, there's nothing," Jack said, dejectedly, thumping the last book on the table "apparently it works like a poison. It slowly eats away at people's brains and forces them to listen to anyone they consider more intelligent than them."

"So will it kill them eventually?" G asked, nervously.

"Yeah, I think so. There must be something that can stop it."

"Wait!" G shouted suddenly, standing up "if it's poisonous, then we need something that can

neutralise it."

"Ok, so how do we do that?"

"Well, I'm not that good at sciencey things, but if you have something that's acidic, you

sometimes get a stomach ache, right?"

"Right," Jack replied.

"And when you get a stomach ache, you take medicine which neutralises the acid, right?"

"Right."

"So, what is something we can give to everyone which is a neutral liquid that will stop the acid from poisoning everyone?"

"Milk!"

"YES!" G shouted excitedly "and who do we know who has lots of milk?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you!" G replied "now we need to get to your house and give everyone in the town some milk."

"And do you think that will stop it?" Jack asked.

"Well there's only one way to find out," G said, placing all of the books onto the librarian's desk.

"Let's get some milk and find out."

Once again G changed into the magnificent horse and they rode off towards the dairy. Jack wasn't sure if this plan would work, but it was all they had to hold onto.

"Ok, I've got some milk. This is all we have so this had better work." Jack said, carrying three bottles of milk.

G, in their horse form, neighed in response.

"Ok, G change into something else. You can come inside and we can test this on my mum."

G changed into a robin. Jack opened his pocket and allowed G to get inside it.

"Mum, try some of this milk" Jack said, pouring some of the milk into a glass.

His mum took the glass and drank the milk.

"Thank you Jack," his mum replied, placing the glass in the sink "that was lovely."

Jack sighed. It hadn't worked.

Oh well, back to the drawing board. He thought. Then, something happened. His mum made a small groaning sound.

"Jack, is that you?" She asked in her regular voice.

"Mum?" Jack said inquisitively.

His mum turned around. The yellow glint was gone and her green eyes were as clear and bright as the grass on a spring day.

Jack hugged his mum and explained everything.

"I'm so sorry mum," he said when he'd finished "I'm never going to do anything stupid ever

again."

"Who was this friend who helped you find out about the cure then?" His mum asked.

Jack carefully took the robin out of his pocket and placed it on one of the dining room chairs.

"Alright G, you can come back now" Jack told the bird.

There was a puff of smoke and G appeared.

"Mum, this is my friend G. The giant. They're not horrible at all. They're just lonely. They came up with the idea to use milk. If it wasn't for them, everyone would be doomed." Jack explained.

"Well G, I apologise for everyone's judgement of you. Thank you for helping Jack save the day."

"It's been a pleasure. I've never had a friend before. I don't really know how to have one." G

replied.

"You've already found out how to have one," Jack explained "you helped me when I needed you. Even though you didn't want to change the townspeople back, you did it because I wanted to."

"We'd better change the rest of the townspeople back I suppose" G said.

Jack nodded and after a lot of travelling around delivering milk to everyone in town, The townspeople were back to normal.

A few days later the mayor had called for a meeting. Jack wanted to apologise for what had happened and introduce everyone to G.

"Good afternoon everyone," he began. "My name is Jack, my mum runs the dairy. The mayor has just explained to you what happened and once again I apologise for all the trouble I caused. I was wrong to try and force you to listen to me. I can't make people listen to me, but I can askyou to listen to me now."

Jack paused for a moment as a small robin landed on his hand.

"This," he continued, "is the person who saved the town. Without them, you'd all still be zombies. You have all been told stories your whole lives about the giant who lives in the house on the hill. He's scary and evil, he wants to take over the town. In reality, they are just lonely. They've been shut out of this town their whole life. Well, I want to put forward a new opportunity. For all of you to make friends with the giant, because they saved our town. It is my pleasure to introduce my friend, G."

Jack placed the bird on the ground and seconds later, G was waving nervously at the crowd.

"Um...hello," G said anxiously. "I helped Jack to fix all of you. I...wanted to make all of you listen to him and me because I wanted to make friends. I'd had enough of being shut out and I wanted people to listen to me and give me a chance. So, now that I've helped Jack to repair what we broke, I'd like to ask for a hand of friendship."

The crowd was quiet for a moment. Then, they shouted and cheered. People ran over to G to introduce themselves. They apologised to G and to Jack for not listening to them. They promised Jack that he and his mum would have more milk sales than ever before and they promised G that they would never shut them out again. As the day continued, the townspeople partied way into the night. The stars shone down and still no one showed any signs of stopping the celebrations.

G pulled Jack aside.

"Thank you Jack," G said, "you're a really great friend."

"No, thank you G. Without you the whole town would be a crowd of zombies. You saved the town."

"And you saved me," G said, and the two friends hugged and joined in the celebrations. You'll be pleased to know that everything was very different after that day. G was never shut out again. There were always people going round for tea and cakes. The librarian had offered to teach G how to read and G was making great progress.

Jack went on to learn science from books in the library, he wants to become a scientist now.

Maybe he will one day. Him and G are still the best of friends. They often discuss the bean incident. They laugh at how silly and naive they both were. G also enjoys teasing Jack every so often by placing the beans in random places around his house. G also places them into Jack's pockets when they meet up. With a little slip of paper with three words written on it:

You've bean tricked

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