I can’t get out!
I wander the labyrinth, keeping track only with scrawled marks on the wall. Why did I enter this Gin-soaked Hell?
I thirst. There are only four rums to be found here. Four! And now the Mount Gay Extra Old runs low.
My powers are weakened by the deprivation.
If I don’t get out soon, I’ll die. Or worse, be forced to consume Vodka!
Pray for me. Or better yet, make him let me out!