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New Metric System: 1 kilogram of falling figs = 1 Fig Newton
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The ogre eyes you with a funny look, then shrugs and lifts you onto his shoulders. You almost faint (not only do body odors rise, but the ogre has his arms raised to keep you balanced!).
You are in a passageway running north and south (the room you fell into is to the north). A stream flows by running east to west.
You are perched on the shoulders of an ogre. You have a short sword.