Mousetrap, eh? Hmmm... I know some people who can help.
Several Goblin Venture Capitalists enter. They are smartly clad in suits, ties, and dark glasses. A few of them carry crude "Sell-Fones" made of string and cans.
"Oi, me client Snik haz jus' da fing fer yoo! Snik'z tail sooving creem (patent pending), it'll mak that trap 'urt no more"
"Mouse trapz, yoo say? Why trap mice when yoo can' put 'em on lil' airships an fly 'em 'alfway to Crunik'z colony..."
"Nar, ya ninny, he said 'ee wontz ta git ridda da trap, dis stuff'le mak it slide rite off, fer five poundz a bottl' an' ye gert wun fer free too!"
"Four poudz fer th' airship, den, an' ya get two fer free, den, mate!"
"Four poundz fer three airshipz! You'll never turn a profit like dat!"
There is a terrible silence. To a Goblin, this is the worst insult imagainable.
"Err... tell ya wut, Oi'll split da stokz in da airshipz, an' den sell, dat'll srkoo over da inventor, but dat'z wut ya get when ye try ta put mousez in blimpz, daft ol' fool!"
"Sell in airships!"
"Airships won't sell! Dere'z no wun ta buy 'em guv'nur!"
"Sell sunfink else, den! Sell! Sell! Sell!"
"Sell!"
"Broker, sell dese stokz!"
"Sell!"
This sudden selling of stocks causes a Goblin Bear Market to set in, leading to a Goblin recession in the Southlands Market area.
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Cross over the cell bars, find a new maze, make the maze from it's path, find the cell bars, cross over the bars, find a maze, make the maze from its path, eat the food, eat the path.
