Flee

You turn to leave, quickly heading down the hallway. Suddenly, you hear the massive door swing open.

"Going somewhere, young man?" a thick, deep voice with a serious German accent booms.

Shit, you wince, turning around. You find yourself staring at a massive woman who's a head over you, and even wider. Her fat folds roll down her body, and you wonder if she'd be able to move better in the water with the rest of her pod.

"Uh... hi," you say.

"Welcome. You must be Mr Jack O'Leary, yes?"

"Uh... yeah, that's my name."

In the blink of an eye, she grabs a long, wooden ruler, rapping it against your knuckles as you yelp in pain.

"You will address me as Ma'am, is that understood, boy?"