KB: 45, Rooms: 1, Objects: 33, Tasks: 411, Events: 39, Characters: 8

Introduction

It was time for your rousing speech: "listen up, fellers, and listen good. We've got a job to do and we're gonna do it. We're gonna be slick, we're gonna be professional and, best of all, we're gonna get paid!"

Your workmen nod at this last part. They understand money.

"So..." You draw the word out then look at each one of them in turn. Believe me, it isn't a pretty sight. "They'll be no chatting up eligible females on the job [to Stan]; no falling to sleep [to Rob]; no thieving from the place we're doin' up [to Ted]; and - most important of all - no using the floor as a convenient toilet because it's closer than the proper toilet [this to everyone - yourself included, you're ashamed to admit]."

Your workman nod in agreement. Or maybe they just nod. It's difficult to tell sometimes.

"Right then." You pick up your paint brush. "Let's get to work."

The job seemed like a relatively simple one. Which was fortunate because your crew was relatively simple.

"This is the office," Mr Ostinolypakalopodopous explained, "and I want it painting."

"Painting." A nod. "I got that."

"And I want a good job doing of it," said Mr Ostinolypakalopodopous.

"Good job." Another nod. "Got that, too."

"And I don't want any mistakes," said Mr Ostinolypakalopodopous.

"No mis-" you nearly choked but managed to put it down to a sudden case of indigestion. "Er, no mistakes at all, Mr Ostiny- Otski-, er Sir."

Mr Ostinolypakalopodopous gave you a stern look then bid you farewell. You didn't notice. You were too busy praying.

But the office doesn't look too bad. After all, it's just one room and all you have to do is paint it. Simple stuff. Grab the brush, stick it in the paint, slop it on the walls. Even your crew shouldn't have any problems with it.

Someone with half a brain could get this right, you remembered thinking at one point. After that you started to get worried.