unfortunately these cosmic creeps expect you to possess a ticket to ride which you do not have (you turn out your pockets and reveal a few cheerfully dented peanuts, half a pencil and a key to a door which you believe to be cursed). No matter the twists, mists and shifts you experience onboard, this remains a utensil of public transport and you still must cough up the mundane toll, it don't matter the nature of your limbs or the number of eyethings, pay up slob, or get to work mopping the decks! Fortunately...