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CAT: Avast! Hark ye closely, mum. When the wine drinks itself, when the skull speaks, when the clock strikes the right time. Only then will you find the tunnel that leads to the Red Bull’s lair, har har. There be a trick to it, of course. MOLLY GRUE: Why won’t you help me? Why must you always speak in riddles? CAT: Because I be what I be. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, mum, but I be a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer, har har