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Undeterred by fifteen minutes of debauchery, you use the middle prong on your spork to play with the lock until it is sufficiently aroused.
Lock now open, you go up into the area. You see what looks like Schmope and Schmill's bodies trapped in snapple coolers. A large alien walks up to you and squeaks, "Oh no, you're not the Domino's guy. It's been over half an hour... And it looks like you've found our little IDRISI home away from home. You now have a choice... you can help us out with an experiment or you can fetch us a green banana to study."