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"You are," the hooded figures said gravely, "the Chosen One."
The gardener looked up. "Really?"
"You are Destined to save the world from a Great Evil."
"Fancy that."
"Come with us."
"Nah, too much to do."
"But... your Destiny."
"How do you know it's not my weeding that'll do it?"