You wake up to find yourself sitting in a cushy chair holding the latest copy of "SPUDzine" turned to a half filled in crossword and a pencil. You are a little confused about the events since you were in the guard house. So it goes, as you always say.

"Well?" Comes a deep and very annoyed voice.

You look up expecting to see a burly man.

What you see is, well, different. The receptionist is the speaker and he's obviously a man, but trying very hard to look like a female flapper of sorts. He reminds you of when your little sister would dress Ken up in Jem clothes. There's a wig on his head, well, if you can call it a wig, more like a long dead yellow cat. He sets down the nail board he was using to file down his hot pink press-on-nails. You notice the thick light blue eye shadow colored in up to his penciled in eyebrows as he looks you up and down. "Visitor?" Comes a deep voice from the large maroon lips, "Well, I suppose I could let you look around." He types something on his computer and a young man in a kilt comes through a door to your left. The receptionist turns his attention to the dying plant on his desk, talking and cooing to it.

Approch the Young Man in a Kilt or Leave Quickly?