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Having forgotten that your left hand is as helpful as a pile of thin-sliced ham bound together with rubber bands, you make a grab for the Smoke Demon's four fertilized eggs, but only succeed in batting them towards Jacques. The maternal demon flies after them in a rage. You, helpless and distraught at the vision of your little French buddy getting mauled, look to skies and . . .
  1. Pray for rain.
  2. Summon God.
  3. Curse your rotten luck.