It had become clear to me that I was being held prisoner. I had made my way through the jungle/forest in search of the illustrious Prof. Wainwright when I had stopped to take some rest; all of a sudden a small man wearing what can only be described as clothes jumped out at me. “Feenk yuuuv haad eenuf mayt!”, he screamed. I was taken aback by this unusual language, and realised that I had much to learn from this unusual culture. I responded in the only way I knew how “I’m terribly sorry old chap but I don’t understand a word of what you just said!”