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Desert Stone

Wilson P. Higgsbury

A more sane person would walk.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

A mini departiculator.

It's ready to take us somewhere!

No wonder she was grumpy, there was a pit in her stomach!

I might as well use it.

It positively reeks of spacial wib-wobblery.

Well, it will be quicker at least.

The sensation takes some getting used to.

I shall desert this foul place!

A present from the mighty lion!

The magic beckons!

An impure orange gem.

I think it's ready!

We didn't know rocks could smell.

Take me far from here.

It came from the belly of the sphinx.

Ms. Wickerbottom

The bezoar's magic has been activated.

Ms. Wickerbottom

A bezoar formed in the gut of a large beast.

I didn't wanna walk, anyway.

Yuck. It smells like sulfur.

Let's get a move on.

It's uh, a rock. Mhm.

Is time to go.

Is rock for quick trip.

Time to get a move on.

S'got a powerful stink, eh?

Can poof now!

Sandy rock

Cheers, my dears, I must be off.

A rock containing a touch of fun.

Jump to friends!

Go-stone!

A FLOATING MAGIC SANDROCK

A MAGIC SANDROCK