You have all been traveling for nearly 6 weeks now on the barren
Polar Plateau. The same flat white terrain for hundreds of miles
has made everyone a bit on edge. If you did not buy a book at
the general store, you and everyone else in your situation, are
losing their minds (If you all bought books, select one person
at random for the cuckoo). You all begin talking to yourselves,
babbling about the World Series, spinach, and Uncle Fester. Soon
you sound like a broken record, repeating the same thing over
and over again . . . red rum . . . red rum . . .red rum . . .red
rum . . .red rum . . .red rum . . .red rum . . .red rum . . .red
rum . . .red rum . . .