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"Wait, I've got an idea!" you exclaim. You sink your fangs into your ballooning gut, and puncture a tiny hole in it. It's working! You hear the sound off air hissing, and begin to decend rapidly. By the time you touch the ground, you're still a tad bloated, and still fatter than a cow, but doing fine otherwise.

"Maybe I should take a jar of this goo with me, just in case I get to heavy too move." You find a discarded, industrial-sized pickle jar near the ground, and fill it full of the stuff.

Now, to find that gold...

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