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The other option just sounds like it must be a trap, so you announce you will take the long journey to judgement. The Chairman solemnly nods while the rest of the Bureau murmur to each other in surprise, clearly this is the path less travelled. Whether that is a good thing or not remains to be seen.
From out of the shadows the Monks of the Stavish Cult appear, taking you by surprise and bundling you into a prison van. Once you are inside the Chairman bangs his palm on the side of the van, despatching you on a long and arduous journey. Many hours, or possibly days, later you stop moving and are ceremoniously kicked out of the back before the van speeds off.
Dusting yourself down you look around and find yourself outside a strangely familiar pub. Playing to the stereotype you enter and find the Bureau waiting for you with a decidedly unimpressed looking dog. The dog is introduced to you as Not Fat Steve, Deputy Party Chairman and your judge for this evening.
Do you?