text: > Look around
  This is the Shireton Bakery. This is where you, the Baker of Shireton, bake bread for all the citizenry (and adventuring visitors) of Shireton.
  
  The oven where you bake bread hangs open, blasting heat into the bakery.
  
  A highly polished wooden counter divides the room  The display case contains nothing.
  
  On the counter are a tip jar (in which are three copper coins) and a hand bell.
  
  Everything you need to make dough (flour, water) is on your work table.
  
  On the work table are two delicious coppery loaves of wheat bread, thirteen copper coins, a pan of sour dough, a pan of risen dough, a pan of risen dough, a pan of risen dough, a pan of risen dough, a pan of risen dough, a pan of risen dough, a pan of risen dough, a pan of risen dough and a pan of risen dough.
  
  Behind the counter is a strong box with a narrow slot to catch your earnings.
  
  You can also see a white robed citizen, a moss robed citizen and a green robed citizen here.
  
  Available for sale:
  a delicious loaf of wheat bread.
  a delicious coppery loaf of wheat bread.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > put the sour dough in the oven
  You put the pan of sour dough into the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  > Sing
  Your lusty reel paints the air with melody:
  
  "I SING the SONG
  The bread is done
  Don't wait too long
  It's incredibly fun!"
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  Ah, the delicious smell of fresh baked bread fills the bakery.
  
  > open the oven
  You open the oven. Inside you see:
  a hot loaf of sourdough bread
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  The purple robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > give the sourdough to Green
  You nod to the green robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Watchmaker of Shireton.
  (first taking the hot loaf of sourdough bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! May these two coins bring you prosperity!" says the green robed citizen.
  
  "Mmmm, and still warm!" exclaims the green robed citizen, dropping another coin in the jar.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Bob the Hobo arrives from the north.
  
  "Feed the penniless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give the coppery to Bob
  Oh here's Bob the Hobo, again.
  
  (first taking the delicious coppery loaf of wheat bread)
  "Ah, many blessings upon ye're establishmen'," invokes Bob the Hobo. The hobo tears into the delicious coppery loaf of wheat bread with fervor.
  The hobo winces as you hear his teeth bear down on metal...gadzooks! Is that the loaf you put the copper coin into?
  Bob the Hobo chokes on the coin and dies, collapsing to the floor.
  
  Before you can approach to nudge him with your toe, he sits up and bellows "Alas, I have been hoisted by mine own petard!"
  before collapsing dramatically.
  
  Looks like he's down for good now, so the only thing really to do about this is to quickly drag what remains of the hobo through the blue curtain and stash him in the back room.
  
  You close the blue curtain.
  
  Your customers seem to have noticed the disturbance...
  
  The purple robed citizen goes north.
  
  Bob convulses strangely.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > give Bread to white
  You nod to the white robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Night Warden of Shireton.
  (first taking the delicious loaf of wheat bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the white robed citizen.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the white robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The white robed citizen goes north.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > give the dough to the moss
  You nod to the moss robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Court Stenographer of Shireton.
  (first taking the risen dough)
  The moss robed citizen idles unresponsively.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > bake Bread
  You put the pan of sour dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of sour dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of sour dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of sour dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of sour dough into the oven.
  
  That does it! No more bread will fit in the oven.
  
  You close the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  > Sing
  Your lusty reel paints the air with melody:
  
  "TAKE ALL HOT BREAD
  With all due haste
  To bring in heads
  PUT ALL HOT BREAD IN the display CASE...
  
  (You never thought that verse rhymed very well, but it's
  important.)
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Ah, the delicious smell of fresh baked bread fills the bakery.
  
  > open the oven
  You open the oven. Inside you see:
  a delicious hot loaf of sourdough bread
  a delicious hot loaf of sourdough bread
  a delicious hot loaf of sourdough bread
  a delicious hot loaf of sourdough bread
  a delicious hot loaf of sourdough bread
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  > give Bread to the moss
  (first taking the delicious hot loaf of sourdough bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! May these two coins bring you prosperity!" says the moss robed citizen.
  
  "Mmmm, and still soft!" exclaims the moss robed citizen, dropping another coin in the jar.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the moss robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The moss robed citizen goes north.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > give Bread to red
  You nod to the red robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Merchant of Shireton.
  (first taking the delicious hot loaf of sourdough bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! May these two coins bring you prosperity!" says the red robed citizen.
  
  "Mmmm, and still warm!" exclaims the red robed citizen, dropping another coin in the jar.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the red robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The red robed citizen goes north.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  The Shireton Harbourmaster arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster scowls, "Me, I'll be samplin' one of yer chewiest and sturdiest hunks o' bread I can sink me withered teeth inta' that ye can manage! Speakin' o' race cars, 'at reminds me of a kinda  weird bon mot for ya! It all happened last week... About once a year we used to go finboatin'...
  
  > enter back
  You open the blue curtain.
  
  This is a mind-bogglingly huge storage space whose horizon falls off at the round edge of your perception. You could probably go any direction and no direction here at the same time. Flat representations of six balls of dough, twenty loaves of barley bread, nineteen loaves of wheat bread, seventeen loaves of sourdough bread, twenty rock hard biscuits, a haze of acrid smoke, twenty-one copper coins and a cursed pickle are both here and not here.
  
  You can see ~Bob_the_Hobo_0493 and a blue checked curtain here.
  
  Bob has respawned. "Well, that was annoying. The idea of slippin'
  me a finn, I'll tell you!" He looks around. "What's this
  place?"
  
  > search bob
  Bob the Hobo holds no secrets that aren't apparent from an exterior glance.
  
  "Ting-a-Ling!" rings your counter bell, and you are duty-bound to answer the call of a customer desirous of bread...
  
  This is the Shireton Bakery. This is where you, the Baker of Shireton, bake bread for all the citizenry (and adventuring visitors) of Shireton.
  
  The delicious and alluring aroma of freshly-baked bread fills the entire bakery.
  
  The oven where you bake bread hangs open, blasting heat into the bakery.
  
  A highly polished wooden counter divides the room  The display case contains nothing.
  
  On the counter are a tip jar (in which are nine copper coins) and a hand bell.
  
  Everything you need to make dough (flour, water) is on your work table.
  
  On the work table are four metal pans, thirteen copper coins, a pan of sour dough, a pan of sour dough and a pan of sour dough.
  
  Behind the counter is a strong box with a narrow slot to catch your earnings.
  
  You can also see a green robed citizen and a Shireton Harbourmaster here.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster concludes: "And the moral o' that story is:
  rustic desert food and beholders will give you the worst headache
  of your life."
  
  > give Bread to Green
  You nod to the green robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Stonemason of Shireton.
  (first taking the delicious hot loaf of sourdough bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! May these two coins bring you prosperity!" says the green robed citizen.
  
  "Mmmm, and still hot!" exclaims the green robed citizen, dropping another coin in the jar.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the green robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  The yellow robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster scowls, "Me, I'll be takin' one of yer chewiest and sturdiest hunks o' bread I can sink me withered teeth inta' that ye can manage! Speakin' o' narwhal, 'at reminds me of a pretty interestin' story for ya! It all happened many, many years ago, long before time even began... We used t' call this one guy "Stubbs", and that was fer a reason!
  
  > give Bread to the yellow
  You nod to the yellow robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Realtor of Shireton.
  (first taking the delicious hot loaf of sourdough bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! May these two coins bring you prosperity!" says the yellow robed citizen.
  
  "Mmmm, and still soft!" exclaims the yellow robed citizen, dropping another coin in the jar.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the yellow robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The yellow robed citizen goes north.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  The yellow robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... We had traveled to nearly the
  ends of the bloomin' ocean ... and ran into zombies ... told us we needed to clear the hell outta here before nightfall ... we were put to work in the sculleries, washing dishes for their fancy dinner party."
  
  > examine the oven
  This oven is your livelihood, your baby, and your pride and joy. The cast-iron door stands open.
  
  In the oven is a metal pan.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  The purple robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... My crew was planning to mutiny up
  in the north sea of Ranisk ... and along the way several zombies ... met up ... we might have gone into that encounter as men, but we came outta it much more than that."
  
  > give Bread to the yellow
  (first taking the delicious hot loaf of sourdough bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! May these two coins bring you prosperity!" says the yellow robed citizen.
  
  "Mmmm, and still hot!" exclaims the yellow robed citizen, dropping another coin in the jar.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the yellow robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The yellow robed citizen goes north.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  The yellow robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster concludes: "And the moral o' that story is:
  plums soaked in alcohol and zombies should never be attempted
  without aspirin supplies."
  
  > examine the door
  (the oven)
  This oven is your livelihood, your baby, and your pride and joy. The cast-iron door stands open.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster scowls, "Me, I'll be havin' one of yer chewiest and sturdiest hunks o' bread I can sink me withered teeth inta' that ye can manage! Speakin' o' the economy, 'at reminds me of a kinda short, I promise cautionary tale for ya! It all happened when I picked up my coffee this mornin'... And ye know, I use'ta work a business-hours job like yerself...
  
  > get bell
  It's connected by a magical unbreakable chain to the counter.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  The white robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... Visiting the estate of the Sultan
  El Katet, and his glorious palace in the desert ... and on the way back zombies ... were givin' us the fish eye, for absolutely no reason ... we were held prisoner for what was probably between three months and five years."
  
  You scoop fifteen coins from the tip jar into the strong box.
  You're tired of holding these coins. You release thirteen coins into the strong box.
  
  > close the oven
  You close the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... In the pirate city of
  Elam-Throlsby ... when we got t' our destination,  a squad of skeletons ... we finally ran into each other after several near misses ... We shared our food and received wisdom in return."
  
  AnUUsSpOoPy69 arrives from the north.
  
  > Wait
  You wait for a moment.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  AnUUsSpOoPy69 dances on the counter.
  
  The Harbormaster concludes: "And the moral o' that story is:
  rum and zombies can be profitable."
  
  > open the oven
  You open the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  [4:45 pm:54|873506]  AnUUsSpOoPy69 : Name?
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  The Harbormaster scowls, "Me, I'll be takin' one of yer chewiest and sturdiest hunks o' bread I can sink me withered teeth inta' that ye can manage! Speakin' o' hardtack, 'at reminds me of a funny true story for ya! It all happened the one time a bunch us guys decided t' go up th' coast and see what trouble we could get inta... So there's this fella...
  
  > look at what you're carrying with you
  You have in current possession:
  a risen dough
  an apron (being worn)
  a baker's hat (being worn)
  a quest to give
  a song in your heart
  a name response
  a job response
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  [4:47 pm:8|531159]  AnUUsSpOoPy69 : Name?
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster concludes: "And the moral o' that story is: hallucinogenic mushrooms and beholders won't call you back."
  
  > close the oven
  You close the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  [4:49 pm:5|163145]  AnUUsSpOoPy69 : Name?
  
  The Harbormaster scowls, "Me, I'll be buyin' one of yer chewiest and sturdiest hunks o' bread I can sink me withered teeth inta' that ye can manage! Speakin' o' the weather, 'at reminds me of a pretty terrifyin' yarn for ya! It all happened as it does, y' know, some people go about their day and arn't ever thinkin' about the stuff that really matters... This one gal...
  
  > Y.
  cheapglulxe quit with exit status: 0
  
  > enter back
  This is a mind-bogglingly huge storage space whose horizon falls off at the round edge of your perception. You could probably go any direction and no direction here at the same time. Flat representations of ten balls of dough, twenty loaves of barley bread, twenty loaves of wheat bread, twenty loaves of sourdough bread, twenty rock hard biscuits, a haze of acrid smoke, an aroma, fifty copper coins and a cursed pickle are both here and not here.
  
  You can see Bob the Hobo and a blue checked curtain here.
  
  Bob has respawned. "Well, that was annoying. The idea of slippin'
  me a finn, I'll tell you!" He looks around. "What's this
  place?"
  
  > examine Bob
  Bob is the Hobo of Shireton, who spends his days trying to charm people but failing miserably. Bob is carrying a patrol route.
  
  "I can just go, can't I?" says Bob, rhetorically. "I'll just walk out of here and..."
  
  > get the route
  "Oh, hush up finally," you say, tearing the fat heel of a spare loaf and shoving it in his mouth. "Sustain that!" you add, claiming Bob's patrol route, and assuring yourself that yes, indeed, that was a witty parting shot.
  
  "Ngglff! Mmnghhhllhghh!" proclaims Bob around a mouthful of bread crust.