An odor is present here. You know when after you floss your teeth and you smell your finger? (C'mon, everbody does it.) It is the rank miasma of death. Investigation as to its source may prove necessary.
I lit a three-wick scented candle but it is powerless against the funk.
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The Odour Out of Space...?
Heh. I actually didn't remember what story that phrase was from.
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