"Donald!"

You blurt out as fast as you can: "Donald! Donald Sent me! I'm here because of Donald!"

The guards halfheartedly look at eachother. "Donald?" says the standing one. "We don't know anyone named Donald."

One of the guards whips a wicked looking pistol from his hip and blasts you, sending a pins-and-needles sensation throughout your body, and then you collapse out of consciousness.

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Fleet Commander Samhain