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| rdfs:label | - Work out what the hell he's talking about
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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] Getting here was the easy part. He seems willing enough to talk, but besides his distorted speech, he seems half-mad. Too many bee-stings, perhaps. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Success title | - Eventually he starts to make sense
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| Failure title | - The poor old fool is incomprehensible
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| Failure description | - After an hour's fruitless conversation and ten minutes of sudden alarming ranting, he falls abruptly into a deep and drunken sleep. Perhaps another time.
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| Success description | - The petals […] are from a rare and deadly flower […] cross-breed exile's rose with a flower […] out of Hell.[…] twenty years ago they had him raise his bees on this flower.
The honey […] was 'something special'.[…]He […]points at one of his hives[…]
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| Description | - Getting here was the easy part. He seems willing enough to talk, but besides his distorted speech, he seems half-mad. Too many bee-stings, perhaps.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] Getting here was the easy part. He seems willing enough to talk, but besides his distorted speech, he seems half-mad. Too many bee-stings, perhaps. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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