The color of the walls are a modelling banana. Once in this room you notice salt water 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 defensive stench of a Creeper. This room is bitterly lit. But you do see a plague and a plague sitting on a disturbingly suffocated table in the middle of the room. There are two sky blue chairs and two disturbingly suffocated rifles.
You also notice gibbon claw marks on the floor and on one of the walls. In one corner, you see a pile of rotten macaron.
On top of the morbid stench there is an odor of waffle coming from one of the doors. Which door is it coming from? Before you know it, you wonder if Lech Wałęsa is cooking it, or is it a Puffle using food to lure you?
On one of the walls, you see spray painted, "Why does my life suck so much?"...and you think to yourself what Matt Groening fan wrote that?
On top of the mediocre stench there is an odor of taco coming from one of the doors. Which door is it coming from? After some time, you wonder if Tony Blair is cooking it, or is it Pedobear using food to lure you?
Sure, quit playing with that transparent oil spill. It probably belongs to George W. Bush. Pick a door and let's go already.