You reappear ten feet above the biggest bowl of jelly* you have seen in your life. 'Those lying hounds!' you cry as you fall into the transluscent orange wobbly stuff, 'they told me they were going to send me away from all this! We've been had!'

'Well, you might as well make the most of the situation,' says the kindly little old lady who shares the bowl with you and Donald, 'this jelly is jolly good stuff, you know!'

· Will you help the old lady to eat the jelly,
· Tell her to eat you instead,
· Or get out of the bowl as quickly as possible?

*That's Jell-o to anyone reading this in the good ol' US of A.