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The Machine turns left and follows a winding road up into the mountains. Night falls and strange noises can be heard coming from the forest. Josh's teeth chatter audibly and JoAnne says, "Jinkies!"

Suddenly the Machine careens out of control. "We've got four flat tires!" Meghan cries. "We ran over something!"

The van slams into a tree, and everyone goes flying. You bruise your left knee. There is quite a good amount of creative profanity, then ... silence. In the distance, a dog barks.

Then the Machine's door slides open and a horde of mysterious figures burst inside, grabbing you and the other Monkeys. You clock your head while being dragged out, and everything fades to black.

Some undefined time period later, you awaken, bound to a tree and gagged with a cute, bright-red sweater. You look around you and see that the other Monkeys are similarly trapped, all except Taylor who has stripped naked and painted himself orange. He is surrounded by a rag-tag group of ruffians. Some look familiar - is that Kristin? Frew? Ian? Well, no matter; they all have that 30-yard stare common to all brainwashed cultists.

Nadav says, "Taylor, what are you doing? What's going on?"

"Silence!" Taylor shouts. "You will address me as Captain Cursor from this moment hence! I have dedicated myself to the Church of the Divine Jamba, and soon you shall join me."

"I'll never join you!" Luke cries. "Never!"

"We'll see about that." Taylor turns and calls for the Leader.

Someone bolts from the PVC geodesic structure at the center of the muddy clearing bound by barbed wire. Hey, you know that guy - it's Aaron! He storms toward you waving a Kalishnakoff, pausing for just a moment to shout a nursery rhyme at a stray chicken, which inadvertently became trapped in his long, shabby, blue velvet robe.

"You the one with the touch?" he gurgles. You nod pathetically, sweater still gagging you. "I've got plans for you," he says. Taylor comes forward to untie you.

"Careful, Cursor!" Leader shouts, still waving the gun around. "Don't let the thing lay its hand upon you. We can't risk it! The plan must remain secure."

"Cover the hand! Cover the hand! You've got to cover the hand!" shrieks Evany as she appears from the darkness, offering what appears to be a puppet shaped like an armadillo. Evany, aka Dr. Neck! You've fallen into her clutches once again!

Frightened, Captain Cursor drops to the ground and lets out a yowl so loud and long it shatters the mason jar of soupy, green liquid they've been passing around. Whatever it is they've been ingesting, it's now all over the saddle shoes of the one they call Mattmarg. Chaos erupts. Several of the others immediately fall to their knees and begin slurping up the remains of the mysterious liquid. Every one of the dozens of dogs in the place begin barking at once. Evany, teetering on her 4-inch platform sports sandals, is running figure eights around the entire group. It's obvious you're in danger.

A tiny figure with long, stringy hair emerges with an ax from a nearby shed. "I'll take care of Mousehand," she mutters.

You quickly think back to the many moves you've learned from Tekken. You're certain you can disarm her if you only select the right one.

Do you: