You play the tape player. It is the voice of an old man.

Suddenly, bananas. Thousands of them.

You eat several of the bananas, and suddenly you see that there is a small hole in the floor, about three inches in diameter, which has a note inside.

The thread hasn't even started and it's already, like, on drugs.

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The door eerily opens and you step into the dark pitchblack area before you. The air wreaks of gasoline. The only light visible is the reflection of a dim victorian lightbulb off the cold, glossy tile underneath you. You shiver involuntarily, and jump at a piercing hissing sound. Covering your ears you look up as, what appears to be the ceiling, lights up vertically. A huge wall of faces and busts are immiedately before you in the apparently colossal room. You wonder if they are politicians, as they all seem to share a charismatic posture.

you look at the music box with awe. it is the most ornate music box you have ever seen.