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Wiping what you hope was the Zoral equivalent of a bowl of chili Mr. One-Hand had in his lap off your face, you take one last look around the gloom and come to the conclusion that you’ve probably worn out your welcome.
Time to make like an exorcist… and get the HELL outta here!
Taking a big step over the moat of fluid surrounding the ritual site (warm juice, you hope!), you pocket the <span class="mu-b">CULT HOOD</span> as you work your way back up the tunnel!
Well, that’s the <span class="mu-i">plan</span>, at any rate. Before you can get too far, however, you’re stopped dead in your tracks by a loud ‘<span class="mu-s">HEY YOU!</span>’ from behind you!
What do!?
>RUUUUUUN!
>Ask what’s up!
>Stay silent! They’ll think you disappeared!
>Distract! HE'S GETTING AWAY!
><span class="mu-r">COOK</span>
>Write-In!
