Blobby, are you safe?
Blobby: My files are getting wet…
PF: Roy, have you expired?
Roy: Alive and well, PF!
PF: Oh how frabjous! Let us get our bearings here, eh? Well, we currently float in some kind of circular river that circumscribes a great and delicious-looking castle. The water is warm, murky, and surprisingly tasty. The river bed is made of stones and…
?: Who goes there!
PF: Whassat? *gasp* Remarkable! I am looking at a creature I have not ever seen before! It is a red thing without any mustache at all. It is pointing a two-pronged spear at me that is like a trident – a bi-dent perhaps. Perhaps this thing knows where my wicker basket came from. Perhaps this thing is the Emperor of the Wicker People.
Emperor of the Wicker People: Who are you talking to?
PF: It is communicating! OH GREAT WICKER EMPEROR, I AM NOT HERE TO HARM YOU. I AM JUST GOING TO DISCOVER YOU. PLEASE REMOVE YOUR FINE WICKER ROBES SO THAT I MAY DOCUMENT THEM.
Emperor of the Wicker People: Get out of the moat!
PF: I DO NOT MEAN TO ANGER YOU, OH GREAT ONE! PLEASE DO NOT EXACT WICKER JUSTICE UPON ME!
Emperor of the Wicker People: Do not move too quickly now. And stop yelling.
PF: Sorry, your highness. I wish only to win your favor, Emperor of the Wicker People!
Not the Emperor of the Wicker People: I’m not the Emperor of the Wicker People. I have no idea what that means.
PF: Oh. Well I wish to Discover you regardless!
Not the Emperor of the Wicker People: You do not make any sense. Come with me!
PF: Yes, of course! Get a photo-painting of this fellow, Roy.
Not the Emperor of the Wicker People: Who?
PF: Nevermind, my good sir. If you do not mind me asking, who are you?
Sausage Cadet: I am a Sausage Cadet, and I’m taking you to jail!
PF: Delightful! Splendid! DISCOVERY!
