I'm afraid we have confliction. Two people want N, N, W, N, E, N, W, N, E and two people want N, N, W, W. It comes back to first come first served.

"Uberbob," I said, "describe the 'pie' in the most detailed way you can possibly conceive of with 101% of your brain."
"Pie is pie," Uberbob replied.
We then travelled North, North, West, North, East, North, West, North and East. We came to a door leading North. The sounds of binary laughter surrounded us on all sides. I was scared that some angsty rabid hyena robot would jump out and devour me feet-first. A rather specific fear, sure, but these things happen... probably.