muddy's indigestion appears to bring the deputy back to life

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I tried giving him the beans in a misguided effort to use the can as a pen
while the deputy was passed out, and this happened:

>give can to muddy
Muddy takes the can and stares hungrily at the beans.

Even in the most dire situation, Muddy's appetite remains intact. He looks
expectantly at you and says, "Rick, got a spoon?"

>give spoon to muddy
Muddy cracks a gap-toothed smile and says, "Much obliged," before digging
into the can of beans like a miner hot on a fresh gold vein. A couple
moments later, he finishes circling the inside of the can with the spoon,
trying to get every last drop of bean juice into his mouth. Afterwards, he
places the can and spoon on the floor and rubs his stomach with satisfaction.

Muddy has an aura of well-fed contentment.

>give can to muddy
You ain't got the can of beans. How's a body to give something away what
they ain't got a hold of any how?

Muddy holds his belly and comments, "Got a bit of indigestion, I does."

>z
Time passes.

Muddy wraps his arms around his belly, and moans softly, "I might have
overdone it with them beans."

The deputy looks up from his reading, curious. 

>z
Time passes.

Muddy doubles over, "Rick, you should get to high ground. I'm feeling a
mite bloated after them beans, and I think you know what's coming!"

"Where the Sam Hill do you think I'm going to run to, Muddy? We're locked
up in a hoosegow! Deputy, if'n I was you, I would put some distance between
Muddy and your nose. "

The Deputy looks concerned, but confused. 
>look
Jail Cell
The small jail cell is brick on three sides, metal bars on the other, with
a tightly locked gate. A small window is set into the brickwork above your
head. Through the jail bars you can see the sheriff's office.

Muddy leans against the wall.

In the corner of the cell, a disheveled man in a black suit is stretched
out on a crude wooden bench and is snoring loudly, oblivious to your presence.

You can also see a can of beans (in which is a spoon) here.

A dented food bowl sits on the office floor, only a few feet from the jail
bars.

In the office you can also see the deputy.

You hear nothing. The smell nearly knocks you out. Vision fades, the room
spins.

Muddy whispers in that understated manner of his, "That were a silent but
deadly."

>x deputy
He's lying unconscious on the floor, just next to the jail cell.

Original issue reported on code.google.com by dub...@gmail.com on 30 Jan 2010 at 5:42

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Hm. Coke adds life. Beans don't. Or shouldn't.

Tweaking...

Original comment by dhakajack on 30 Jan 2010 at 2:34

• Changed state: Started

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Actually, this wasn't so bad. The code in question did test whether the deputy 
was 
there, so I just further qualified it that the deputy had to be awake as well 
to print the 
deputy-specific text.

Original comment by dhakajack on 30 Jan 2010 at 2:38

• Changed state: Fixed