This is just a joke right? A spell gone awry. I am not seriously stuck here right now. No I can't be. Chef Moore is still in Paris and I have to get to Quake! This needs to end now! And even if this isn't a joke, a Resort? No. A resort is somewhere that I have my own place, no roommates and bubble baths and wine. If I wanted more roommates then I would still be at the manor! Which is where I really want to be right now. This is insane... If Dorothy can get back to Kansas by clicking her heels together, then I should be able to get back home. Right?