The glowing sticks? ... Yeah, you would choose that.
You sock me in the shoulder as we walk towards the door, Ow! What the heck was that for!? Oh fine.
We walk through the door and after the SERIOUSLY-I-AM-GOING-TO-KILL-SOMEONE flash of light, our eyes adjust to a graveyard ... Why is there death everywhere we go? Seriously, it's starting to get on my nerves.
After shushing me, you lead the way, forging deeper and deeper into our creepy surroundings. Suddenly you stop, I stop after you, and we watch as two people, a boy with a weird scar on his head, and a tall extremely ugly man fight with glowing sticks that I can only assume are wands. Who do you think- OWWW! Stop hitting me!
The ugly tall pale man turns towards us, shooting at us, Whoa, hey! Wait for me! I really don't want to do this!!! Hey!
I grab you, and am pulled along as you book it towards the door at the end of the graveyard. Why do you always pick these doors!!!!!
You pull us through the door and slam it behind us, and we lean against it, panting for breath. I'll *pant pant* pick the next *pant* door.