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Sitting around the bar, a fast moving storm approaches, the clouds building and thunder rumbling slowly. With a crack of
lighting, the carved face of the wooden tiki god lights up. Turning, everyone looks at the clouds as the wall of rain moves
closer. A bolt of lightning cracks near by, making the face glow again and everyone watches as it slowly fades away. As the
rain hits, everyone runs from the bar to take cover. Looking back at the bar, lightning cracks in the black sky, illuminating
the swirling clouds above. The bolt strikes the top of the bar, setting the dried palm leaves ablaze. The flames engulf the
bar, burning brightly around the head of the tiki god. The face glows from the flames, getting redder as the fire grows around
it. After the fire, the wooden tiki still glows red in the ashes and the Red Hot Tiki was born. |
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