Consistency

Mash it up.

You decide that you'll mash the potato rather than baking it. But what will you make for the main course?

"Yeah, well at least my dad didn't run away to another dimension!"

"Yeah, well, at least my dad didn't run away to another dimension!" you yell at the prosecutor. He seems confused for a moment.

Then he breaks down into tears.

"It's true!" he sobs. "He undid the spell that my mother used to summon him here just as I was getting to know him! Why did you leave, Dad? Why?"

The judge bangs his gavel.

"Order! Order in the courtroom. The prosecution - and the defendant, for that matter - should remain focused on the case at hand. Unless they wish to be held in contempt of court?"

The prosecutor clears his throat.

"My apologies, Your Honor. I'll repeat my question, which was, uh..."

The prosecutor's confused. Maybe you can get him to ask a different question this time. What should it be?

Holy hell! What was that?

You don't know, and if you're lucky, you won't find out until it's taken care of. You're just going to run, and keep running until you're safe. You don't care how many explosions and alarms and screams and loud crashes you hear along the way.

Hmm. You've come to a split in the hallway. A sign says the genetics lab is to the left, and the armory is to the right.

Which way should you go? The noises behind you are getting louder.

Make a killer dubstep remix out of it.

Yes... Yes! Perfect! Your Song of Death shall become a dubstep remix of DOOM! It's the perfect plan!

Except you don't really know anything about dubstep. You'll have to get somebody to do that part for you. Who should you hire as your dubstep consultant?

>Equip the comb of destiny

You equip the comb and put it on your head, and...

Ew! That sticky destiny is all over your hair now. Why did you go and do that? Now you'll have to go back to the Destiny Hive and get a new one if you want more destiny.

But first things first, you need to clean this destiny out of your hair. How are you going to do that?

REMOVE THEM STAPLES.

You take the giant staples off of the Paper Gateway. The gigantic sheet of paper falls to the ground slowly.

You're nervous. There could be anything inside there. But it's also what you've been looking for all your life.

Is there anything you want to do before stepping inside? It could be dangerous beyond here.

DOOOOOOOOON'T REMOVE THEM STAPLES

You stop, and examine the bomb more carefully. The staples are wired directly into the detonation mechanism! If you removed even one, the whole thing will blow!

But that means... Your contact on the radio is either incompetent, or intentionally trying to get you killed! Either way, you clearly can't rely on his advice. You'll have to figure out how to defuse this homemade bomb yourself.

So what are you going to do?