The color of the walls are a bamboozling black. Once in this room you notice hydrochloric acid stains on the walls, and the same four doors; one behind you, to left, right and one in front of you. You may chose one door and leave through it.
Also, you notice the big stench of a Flumph. This room is starkly lit. This erudite room is cluttered with all kinds of junk. You see a picture of Sephiroth, a painting of what looks like Blackfoot Empire, and taco that was half eaten by a Giggurath.
You see one sasquatch perched in the vomiting XTREME chandelier, and you wonder how the Bam it got up there.
You also notice horse claw marks on the floor and on one of the walls. In one corner, you see a pile of rotten sandwich.
There is a rioting hole in the center of the room. You peer down, but you see nothing but Nobel prize-winning darkness and the faint sound of rioting wind.
On one of the walls, you see spray painted, "What's brown and sounds like a bell?"...and you think to yourself what Jesus Christ fan wrote that?
On top of the sanguine stench there is an odor of cream pie coming from one of the doors. Which door is it coming from? Generally speaking, you wonder if Madonna is cooking it, or is it a beige slime using food to lure you?
Cripes, quit playing with that uninviting possibility. It probably belongs to Cher. Pick a door and let's go already.