Amie: Cool… uhh… got any hints? Pointers…? Riddles…? General direction to flee in from impending monsters…?
> Amie: *finally giving into the Flailing Syndrome* "BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA DO THAT I'VE ALREADY DONE! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING!"
"Wait-you-can't-go-I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-going-to-"
"Fuck."