Hurrah! I managed to melt the disc and make a ring in the mould without Micky finding me, and so the three warps were complete. The three artifacts found in each, however, opened up another warp, and so it was off into the next bit of the adventure.
I’m now in some sort of fish-universe version of London, where everyone is a fish, there are fish puns a-plenty, and there’s even a version of the Tube to ride around the plaice. OH MY SIDES.
Anyway. My fishton has been nicked, I’ve bought it back again, wandered around a lot, found a pub, get a drunk even drunker, nicked his ID, and have bought a cylinder (which was instantly stolen from me). It clearly isn’t my day.
