As you thrash around in the hot bubbly water trying to gain purchase on the remenants of Nick's leg, you catch a glimpse the rest of him hopping after the BBQ sacue down the street with a view to assimilation.
It's only then that you realise that the treacly liquid that has began to dissipate around you is sweet, smoky, spicy and quite delicious.
Clean and full, you go to the back of the house. In front of you is gman leaning over a well.
One of the balloons bursts, sending a pod out into the stratosphere. The next thing you know Unlikely is standing next to you and the enourmous pile of rusty nails outside Nick's house.
The hat unravels in your hands as you try to wear it to defeat the G House.
It whirls throught the air, distorting your surroundings and sweeping everything you can see into a huge black space. You cling to the rusty nails on the floor as your feet lift from the ground, waving in the intense vacuum trying to suck you in.
Suddenly all is quiet. You are alone in large, dimly lit dark cave. You can see the G House in the distance.