[[Four people sit around a table]]
DM: Your party enters the tavern.
Player: I gather everyone around a table. I have the elves start whittling dice and get out some parchment for character sheets.
DM: Hey, no recursing.
{{title-text: I may have also tossed one of a pair of teleportation rings into the ocean, with interesting results.}}
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We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.