Do that again and SUFFER. >(

Anyway, I'm Rad's lackey again, so the carnage can continue.

You're slowly being corrupted by Mary's english dialect. Your comrades seem to be mesmerized by the awesome power of said accent, so it looks like it's up to you. Again. There is an exit on the other side of the room, but sadly it's not the side you're on. Mary proceeds to pour some more tea for you and you friends.

What will you, one's old bean, doh noh? Goodness me!