![]() Then you pick a door, and we all go on with our lives. ![]() Listen, to help you move things along here, typically you would ask one of us if the other guard is telling the truth. A guy would never lie about his penis size, right? I mean, I guess you can technically ask us anything, but how is that relevant? I already told you it is not small. No, you can not ask if I have a small penis. My genitals are adequate, I have never crafted a leather and stone apparatus to stretch my penis, and totally separate from those facts, one of us always lies, and the other always tells the truth. Oh, gee, we can finally move on, you say? THANK YOU. Besides, most peasant women I have known biblically say the big ones hurt. My penis is a good size and smells of jasmine. ![]() I was only saying that if, during your time in the Village of Sorrow, you had spoken to, say, a vindictive Bal maiden or her twin sister, and they said I had an unusually small and odorous member, they are liars. ![]() Remember, your life hangs in the balance. No, as I said, my penis has nothing to do with the doors. Now, choose wisely, dear traveler, for your ver. And I just want to assure you this is not true. Someone’s been spreading this totally unfounded rumor that I have a small penis. Oh, and uh, this next part is unrelated to the door bit. One guard always lies, the other always tells the truth. One leads to freedom, the other certain death. Your only way forward is through one of these two doors. Ah, it appears your long and arduous journey has reached a most perilous fork in the road. ![]()
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