You're in a weird, slimy place with pink walls. Three guys, one scruffy, one short and plump, one tall and tattooed, come up to you, next to a sitting skeleton.

Moose:: Ugh, hell nah. Another shipwreck?

Noogie: That's the 3rd this week.

Moose: Well, that means more meat for our skewers, right Santino? Chuckles

He turns to the skeleton, who obviously doesn't respond, being dead.

Bugeye: You better tell us who you are if you don't want to end up with your face reduced to a sieve.