Sneaky little bastard that you are, you have decided to try and get in without a receipt. The Schmaka worker is too slick for you, though, and notices your blatant disregard for German cinema, the rights of oppressed children in Chile, and the rules of the Schmakan regime.

 As an apron is thrown on you, you are bustled into the wash room to work off your crime with an unsympathetic explanation of this just being "the rules."

 As you are washing dishes to repay your debt to society, a glaring, almost blaring, sign catches your eye: "Equestrian Club 266" on a large vault-like door. All of a sudden, a million questions are dancing through your head like a cheap ballerina.

 Should you press forward and explore, or should you consult with your friendly student council representative?

If you decide to approach the room to explore it for yourself, turn to Page 77.

 

If you'd prefer gathering some information, turn to Page 34.