... until you're old and gray.

You back away from the mirror with a yelp, stumble over a bit of decrepit carpeting, and end up sprawled on the floor with a wouf. Just as you try to sit up around your beach ball belly, The leprechaun appears atop your nose. "Wull, hello there, boyo! Looks like me game's up after all ... and you've grown old and gray, just as promised!"

You make some sort of strangled noise between indignation, protest, and shock, when he shushes you. "I told you ye had 'til midnight, dinnut I? Wull, it be midnight where you live! Better luck next time, whelp!"

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