The clerk looks at you with a glare of what could either be fear or jubilee or both. He raises both of his hands slowly and, after they reach the top, shouts out a cry that reverberates all around the store, "THE BALL HAS BEEN CHOSEN" An enormous cheer is heard as the walls of the store fall away and the shelves sink into the ground which you notice has dissipated into dry soil. You look around and you are in the center of a massive Colosseum. The seats are filled with other spitting-image replicas of the clerk all chanting in unison: "BALL, BALL, BALL, BALL,"

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