text: [Themes: Espionage, Humor, fish protagonist, surreal]
  
  > Go downward
  A sudden vision flashes before your eyes:
  Chanting voices. Ancient demons. Flashing flames.
  Altar Room
  This icy room has been sealed for a long time. Cold air slices through you; a chill foreshadow of your doom. Terrifying images flash into your mind. You feel that you have violated this place somehow.
  There is an ancient altar here.
  
  > put Gargoyle in the hole
  The gargoyle is now inside the hole. There is a click and you stand back swiftly. The altar sinks into the ground as a column descends from the ceiling.
  
  > examine the chalice
  The glass chalice is a beautifully fluted and delicate example of the glassmaker's art.
  It contains a grommet.
  
  > look at the grommet
  The grommet looks like it should be fixed to a gold ring with a spindle to form a focus wheel.
  
  > get the grommet
  The glass chalice lies flush with the opening in the column. You will have to take the chalice before you can get the grommet.
  
  > get the chalice
  You grab the chalice. Intent on examining it, you don't pay proper attention to the sounds behind you. This is not a good idea. The hippies have found a way in and are peering into the chamber. They do not look happy.
  
  > get the grommet
  "Not so fast," says one of the hippies, obviously the leader and probably one of the Fins, "Hand over the grommet." You try to lodge an SOS with HQ. The leader holds out his hand and stares you in the eye. "Right," he yells, "hold him down boys." The hippies close in. The smell is terrible. Just when you wanted a hole to open up in the ground and swallow you, one does. Well almost. It's actually in the ceiling but it'll definitely do. The hippies stop in their tracks and stare at the hole. "Cor baby," says one, taking a puff, "that's really free." You dive for it. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a goldfish approaching at phenomenal speed. Too late to avoid it now. BLAM! The grommet falls from your grasp and into the glass box. "Sorry about the timing," says Sir Playfair's distorted voice, rolling and tumbling through the dimensions with you. "Excellent job. Well done. Keep up the good work. Panchax out."
  "Oh, sorry old sport," Sir Playfair's voice returns, "I forgot that you now had the focus wheel. Jolly well done. The back room boys have worked out what the Fins are up to. I'll tell you what it is after we open a warp into Hydropolis, the fish planet's capital. Intriguing eh?" The castle jolts and a large warp appears in the wall.
  "Well, this is the story: the Fins have set up a meteorological imbalance on the fish planet, causing water to evaporate. The fish scientists have devised a project to save their world but the Fins have sabotaged that too! You are to help them complete their project in the body of its leader, Dr. Roach. Good luck. Panchax out."
  Castle
  Inside, the castle is exactly what you expected - tacky and featureless with ant eggs near the top and gravel at the bottom. To anyone else, the colours sprayed randomly on the wall would just be colours sprayed randomly on the wall. To a daring inter-dimensional espionage operative like yourself, however, they are obviously used to focus communications across the dimensions. The only exit is out, back to the goldfish bowl. Your attention is drawn to a glass box resting in the middle of the room here, this looks like Panchax's work.
  There is a large warp here.
  
  > Leave
  The ant eggs have stopped swirling around and are now floating on the surface. Gravel fills the bottom of the bowl and some tasty looking pondweed you've been wanting to nibble for days is lying on it. You get a nasty feeling in your swim bladder about the castle, probably because Sir Playfair has so rudely interrupted your vacation.
  
  > Leave
  Which way: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, up, down.
  
  > Up
  You can't get enough speed up to leap out of the bowl. You only just manage to break the surface before flopping back in.
  
  > enter the Castle
  Inside, the castle is exactly what you expected - tacky and featureless with ant eggs near the top and gravel at the bottom. To anyone else, the colours sprayed randomly on the wall would just be colours sprayed randomly on the wall. To a daring inter-dimensional espionage operative like yourself, however, they are obviously used to focus communications across the dimensions. The only exit is out, back to the goldfish bowl. Your attention is drawn to a glass box resting in the middle of the room here, this looks like Panchax's work.
  There is a large warp here.
  
  > enter the large warp
  You swim into the large warp and your body changes into a strange hybrid creature, half-man half-fish. This must be Dr. Roach.
  Lounge
  Some would call this apartment small and pretentious, but with house prices in Hydropolis the way they are, small and pretentious was all Dr. Roach could afford. Anyway, he managed to get a view of Hydropolis - not many places have even that. The room is decorated in a minimalist style but, as Dr. Roach would say if he weren't under your control, "I am a man of minimal needs." The only excesses he has allowed himself are a painting, a trendy black shelf, a switch to control the lights and, most important, a door to get out.
  There is a fishton here.
  
  > examine the fishton
  Fishtons are really popular in Hydropolis at the moment. Most fish can only afford small apartments so these space saving beds are essential. You didn't get any instructions with it so it's really just a glorified sofa.
  The wall behind your fishton glows, revealing the face of the principal's secretary. "Good morning Dr. Roach," she says, "I'm sorry to call so early, I just want to confirm that the principal is expecting you at ten o'clock this morning. Goodbye." Her face fades out, leaving you with the annoying jingle of the Hydropolis Telecommunications Network: "HTN, HTN - With your friends you can talk, and you won't have to walk, HTN, HTN". Not the most auspicious start to a morning.
  
  > lie on the fishton
  You lie down on the fishton.
  
  > Sleep
  Look, you're a trained inter-dimensional espionage operative. You, more than anyone else, should know that sleeping will destroy the host-parasite interface. You've got an important job to do, now get on with it.
  
  > stand
  You are on your feet.