You hear them call after you as you walk away, "Which King?"

Realizing that no good could possibly come of this, you simply choose to avoid the situation completely and run away. Quickly. Now, in track, you learned to never look behind you, as it takes away from your time, but you simply cannot resist. That quick little glance turns out to be your fatal mistake. You run straight into a strange, creepy, purple haired guy-at least, you hope it's a guy-who weighed so much that you are knocked onto your backside.

They all surround you, point and ask numerous questions. Now, because these questions are so numerous, it is quite nearly impossible to tell exactly what these questions are. As a result, you clamp your hands over your ears and shout out answers that have absolutely nothing to do with the questions you are asked.

"FOURTY-TWO!!! KANGAROO-hey, I rhymed!!!! EIGHTY-ELEVENTY-TWO!!!!!" you shout. "THAT WOULD BE A, REGIS!!!!!! CHIEF JOSEPH JR.!!!!! ALASKA!!! KLONDIKE ALASKA!!!!!"

They seem to have grown tired of your ranting questions, because, with a quick whack on the back of your head, you black out.

When you awaken, you:

Cough and act pitifull.

Yell, scream, and cry.