In a state of frenzy, you grab both Poseidon’s Peruke and the Lunoctopus and
fling them violently over the balcony, into the orchestra pit below.
The queen proceeds to inform you that that was the Prime Minister. IT’S NOT WOOOOOORKIIIIIIIIIING You try to shoo the Lunoctopus away, as gently as possible.
It refuses to budge. It won’t move and the queen is looking at you and IT’S NOT WORKING AHHHH Well, that’s just inappropriate.