Hairy comes over as you stand in front of the large building. "It's a museum of sorts," he mutters, "But a damn crap one - I've got far better places to be than around here," he continues, and pops off in the direction of the cafe.

You go in, eager to see what this museum holds, and why Hairy dislikes it so. You enter over a mat with the words 'Welcome to my humble abode' written on it, and the smell of the terry's chocolate factory meets your nose, which instinctively tries to duck (with predictably no success). "What a shit-hole," you think, as you are greeted by a man looking worryingly like a digital-electronics lecturer.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he murmers. "Can I help you?"

"No thanks," you reply, "I'm just looking."

"Ok, basically, this is a security prison for horrible stuff - a kind of museum of hideousness - quite interesting at the end of the day, know what I mean, i'n'it?" The tramp-like figure moves back a couple of steps, but seems to follow you around, edging closer every time you show more than a little interest in anything on display.

There are a few dislikable things in the foyer to see - you notice in front of you a Fourteen CD and a Welcome to Wentworth College leaflet. On your left is a door into what seems through the glass to be a battery farm. On your right is another large exhibit room with more interesting artifacts. Your senses remind you, with surprising conviction, that the exit is behind you...