I followed your instructions, but to no avail.

After Nina and I got into a fight over who won the staring competition, we needed some time alone. I stumbled across this guy, who after several hours, still refused to talk.



My frustrations led me to Carlos - the vegetarian gnome, who sold me legit magic beans for a massage in exchange.

I ran 4cm North and found myself in Martha Stewart's basement, which had no windows and smelt of Fleetwood.

Please help, her internet connection is piss-poor.