P.H. Door

Nami shivered at the sudden cold. She didn't recognize this place. It looked like some strange lab. But there was no way it came from her memory.

"Where the heck am I?" Nami wondered. "I've never been here before. Whose memory is this from?"

"Shurorororo!" a shrill laugh sounded through the lab.

"Hey! Who's there?" Nami demanded.

"Everyone here calls me... Master."

"Okay... and where's 'here' exactly?" Nami asked.

"You're in my lab on Punk Hazard, girl," 'Master' replied. "Welcome to my domain."

"But isn't this against the rules?" Nami questioned.

"Round Three is special," 'Master' answered. "It consists of places you haven't been to... yet."

"Well that hardly seems fair..." Nami complained.

"You've got more pressing things to worry about," 'Master' threatened her. "You're going to be my newest experiment."

"Not likely!" Nami snapped. "I'm getting out of here!" Nami ran off down the metal lined hallway until she came across an open room. The room was filled with a strange-looking purple gas.

Suddenly she heard a loud series of 'clops' like horses charging towards her. Nami turned to see three 'centaurs' galloping down the hallway.

The first centaur was the only one that actually appeared like a traditional centaur. On top he looked like a buff bearded pirate but he was connected at the waist to a horse's body. The second centaur had dark skin but his 'horse' was actually a zebra. The third one was a lanky man with a giraffe body.

"There she is! Get her!" the 'horse' centaur shouted.

What should she do? Run through the gas or take her chances with the centaurs?