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The fireplace you doth see before you be a monster capable of reducing even the most stubborn roast joint to an edible state. Unfortunately, the turnspit hath long been broken, resulting in the occupants being faced with the daunting prospect of turning the roast by hand. The turnspit hath not been fixed, mainly due to apathy, but if it were fixed then The Fooles would have to get a small dog.