Just when you think you've seen all this game has to offer WHAMMO suddenly you're tickling the innards of a giant fly. "Surely" you say to yourself "that was the best part of the game." but then you're wrong again and now you're climbing a ladder of fleas. "Well, it can't get any better than this" you think to yourself. Wrong again because you can read Moby Dick and some even better stories by candlelight during a thunderstorm. It's a nonstop soul massage.
