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Tweetle Beetle Bottle Battle
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Tweetle beetle bottle battle!" you cry as you round the corner with Kensley just behind you.

Aiming your wand at the beetles... nothing happens.

"What's your plan Arthur?" shouts Kensley.

"I don't know! I just thought that might work!"

"Didn't you just say a poem? I thought you were going to cast a spell!"

"Well sometimes a spell does sound a bit like a poem because..."

But you never get the chance to tell Kensley why a spell is sometimes a bit like a poem. Three pops are followed by three blasts of superheated acid.

You try to duck out of the way but you are just a fraction too slow. One splurge of acid grazes your forehead and you fall to the ground, overcome.

Kensley gives a shriek and hits the ground heavily beside you.

The last thing you see before you lose consciousness is the three giant bombardier beetles doing what appears to be a celebratory dance at the far end of the corridor.