Before your conversation can continue any further, you hear the ear-grating sound of wood and metal creaking - followed by shouts of surprise and anger - coming from the room you came from. You turn to see the slide depositing a boy onto the pile of fur, still holding onto piece of woodwork which you recognized was part of the trapdoor that dropped you here.
"-upid, shoddy contraption..." The donkey-eared boy is still cussing up a storm as he toss the piece aside and starts to futilely brush the fur away. "Funhouse, my arse. Dumb-arse pranks..."
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, YOU DONKEY?" He practically roars at you red-faced once he notices you staring, his donkey ears flat with hostility. "SOD OFF!"
Not wanting any trouble with him, you back off and hastily make way for the exit door. All cries of the speaker beckoning you to stay ignored as you press onward into a long hallway, feet clopping loudly against the floor.
At the end is another doorway, you step through to find...