I am lost in the middle of nowhere looking for your house. When I finally find it, I try to have a friendly conversation with you but you seem mad. I was supposed to make a honking video with you and I was too busy to do it. I want to compensate it with honking for you live. I get to it when you show me a mysterious book and tell me to honk louder and louder. You try to sabbotage my honking from getting perfect but I make it perfect for you anyway. I don't realise that I have signed a weird contract. Am I going to be stuck in a honking prison.