Fair enough. Like I would let you move North again without taking in the splendor of the Isle of Darkness anyway.

"Let's go to the townplace!" I declared. We walked, slithered and rowed North until we came to a set of roads leading West, North and South. To the West was some sort of arcade-type place, with lots of neon lights advertising it's latest games. To the North were more roads, and to the East was the Isle of Darkness gift shop. "Nice place," I said as I looked around. Before I could further compliment the town, I noticed that the barrel of a rifle was being aimed at my head. A horde of angry-looking and well-armed Canadians had surrounded us. My party readied their weapons for combat. I struck a cool-looking martial arts pose and fell down in the snow.
One of the Canadians walked over to me and poked my mechanical arm with the end of his gun. "Oy," he said, looking to Araches, "you're deliverin' the new model of cyborg zombies, eh?" He turned to the other Canadians and motioned for them to lower their weapons. "S'okay there, eh, it's the zombie delivery folks." The angry mob became less angry and mobbish. They nodded to each other, then went back to whever it was they had all come from.
"Yeah, eh, they're waitin' for ya in that arcade there," the Canadian said, pointing West. "Good luck," he said, poking me again. "This one looks pretty stupid, even fer a zombie." He slung the rifle over his shoulder and walked away.
"Hey wait!" I cried as I got to my feet. "I'm not a zom-"
Shuri, Araches and Faw piled on top of me and covered my mouth. Why didn't they want to hear my awesome words of awesomness?"