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Something about the thing is starting to feel familiar, and so, as your final request you ask if the two of you haven't met before. "Nooooo, neeeeeverrrrr," the thing assures you. Although, as it brings the forehead of the stone bust down towards your face, its arms sweep past its own head and snap off the goggles and curly wig, revealing the upper half of your former head. Your very, very, very last thought is:
  1. Darn that Chestnut Marvelington.
  2. I never did get that Arnie doll to the Underwater Lady.
  3. Deus ex machina. Deus ex machina. Deus ex machina.