It's pretty good.

    You listen closely to the door, and still the moaning continues.

    You do the warthog thang a second time.

    Suddenly in a blaze of fury, the door to Poppy's room flies open behind you, and the next thing you know, you are being beaten with a hoe.

    "Die!  Die!  Die!" screams Poppy.

    After several minutes of beating, Poppy finally halts.

    The door to Sarah's room opens.

    Sarah and Katie stand there looking perplexed as the view Poppy standing over his badly-beaten son, hoe in hand.

    "Oh, shit," says Poppy.  "I thought it was a warthog."

    "You OK?" asks Katie, looking down at your crumpled self.

    "Poppy, you are so messed up," says Sarah.

    "Didn't you hear him?" Poppy asks.  "I had one of them loose in my garden once, damn near at all my crops."

    "We were watching the Spice channel in Sarah's room," says Katie.  "I thought it was just part of the movie."

    "Uugh," you mutter.

    "What's that, Brad?" asks Katie.

    "Weg et th'pithe?" you mutter.

    "What'd he say?" asks Sarah.

    Katie leans down to hear you better.

    "Maybe he's trying to say why he was out in the hallway making himself sound like a warthog," says Poppy.

    "What did you say, Brad?" asks Katie.

    You do your best to anunciate.

    "We geth the thpithe channel?" you ask.

    And then you pass out.