Almost there. Running out of time.
'Oh no. No no no. I can smell something burning. Smells like meat.'
'I was too late. Too late to save them. What have I done?'
At least it all ended well! For the theme, I mean. Not so much for Workin' Gherkin and his butchered family. Hmm. Anyway, who's in the mood for checking out some whimsically altered warning signs? Click right ahead, friends!
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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