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| rdfs:label | - Mock an Insufferable Poseur
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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] This fellow is sitting at the back of the Singing Mandrake reciting - well, technically it's poetry. Each line is worse than the last. It's a public service. Anyway, he's in your favourite chair. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Failure description | - You hadn't noticed the Dauntless Temperance Campaigner listening appreciatively at the back. As soon as you begin, she turns on you. Her arguments aren't, frankly, compelling, but dear God her voice is loud. You withdraw from the field.
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| Rare Success description | - 'Could I do any better? [...]'
In answer to his challenge, you meet each ghastly line with [...]. Successive waves of [...] laughter rise around you. No-one even notices [...] as he slinks away. You'd feel guiltier, but [...] in increasing numbers.
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| Success description | - You meet each line of his faultlessly with a cough, an off-colour joke or badly-timed applause. Soon enough he stumbles red-faced from the premises. A grateful crowd rewards you at the bar.
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| Description | - This fellow is sitting at the back of the Singing Mandrake reciting - well, technically it's poetry. Each line is worse than the last. It's a public service. Anyway, he's in your favourite chair.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] This fellow is sitting at the back of the Singing Mandrake reciting - well, technically it's poetry. Each line is worse than the last. It's a public service. Anyway, he's in your favourite chair. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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