You find yourself in a warm coccoon. A rather oppressive stifling coccoon in fact. In short, you are being crushed.

'Sorry old boy,' says the fat gnome. 'Didn't see you there. Have you seen the band?' The warm fleshy mass arises. The world instantly focuses. You are in a bar, buzzing neon sign flashing

Coors, Coors, Coors...

'''Course you'll help me out, won't you old chap?' The gnome is staring in a forlorn way at the door to the right of the

buzz, buzz, buzz.

It is just wide enough for him to shimmy his head through. Do you run through the door shouting wild cult like chants (click here) OR Do you search for a chainsaw to widen the doorway? (Click here)