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You had barely made it in the doors of Montgomery Gator’s Mini-Golf! when you heard the most concerning noise that night. It was a hell of a crash, coming from inside the course. Nerves through the roof as you worried about your favorite flirty alligator, you ran as fast as you could through the doors.
There stood Monty, on the frail, metal fencing meant to hold no more than three people at a time, bearing the weight of probably tons of balls in that bucket.
