The bleached ribs and spars of old ships lie in neat piles-- perhaps the Golden Snitch lurks here somewhere.
An old tar scrubs the hull of a careened wessel, singing a mariner's shanty: "Arr! Oceana... Coin, tin, gems!". Says he: 'Ken ye run me a errand? I'm short a few things for my barnacle remower." Before you can react, he adds "Good of ye! Most of them thar things can be found at any whitehouse station", and resumes his tune.
Looking at his list, you don't know what to make of it. Hell, you can't even tell whether you have what you need.
wacker | acetone |
pinacol | pinacol |
grundmann | acetaldehyde |
akabori | valine |
freund | mustard gas |
clemmensen | cathinone |
etard | benzaldehyde |
arndt-eistert | adipic acid |
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