[douman yanks out one of the toblerones, and yeah, the little like ankle-high mountain of toblerones goes scattering away, and the second damaged one goes with it.
the one douman picks out is dented and busted, and covered in bloody patches.
nothing is under mt. toblerones except for more dry, streaky specks of blood that continue on in the direction of the far side of the room where nothing else is except even more toblerones laying haphazardly about.]
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the one douman picks out is dented and busted, and covered in bloody patches.
nothing is under mt. toblerones except for more dry, streaky specks of blood that continue on in the direction of the far side of the room where nothing else is except even more toblerones laying haphazardly about.]