Gone Western

You emerge into an old mine. Despite his bulk, Roger has no problem squeezing through the door, possibly because of it's magic properties.

Seeing light up ahead, you race out of the mine entrance and rub your eyes in disbelief. You were in Eastern Europe, but the landscape ahead of you looks more like the arizona desert.

"NNNNNNNNNGH!!!! UUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!!! Help me, Cat-man!"

Turning your head, you are not suprised to see that big fat Roger has gotten stuck fast in the mine entrance.

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pull Roger out...well try to

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