(I took the start of this from another link off the previous page because I couldn't come up with something better ans wanted to try something along similar lines. My apologies to the author and I do this only because of the plans I have to move on from this)
Grumbling at you the two brute muscular men speak together in unison, as if they were programed to use one base of mentality to do the thinking for the both.
"You are to come with us, for causing a disturbance, damaging property, and being out of uniform!" They both said it, like a choir of two deep throated baritone voices. They then grab you faster than you would have expected and you cry out, struggling against the grasp of your captors. They proceed to walk, while holding you in mid-air for easier transport as you call out to the passing children and adults around.
Sadly, the children all ignore you, too focused on having fun and destroying stuff, and the adults simply take one look at the bovine guards and either ignore your pleas or scold you thinking you did something wrong. You try to tell them your story, only to be laughed at as they draw closer and closer to a large building shaped like the pantheon of the Greek Gods. It is made completely from the finest marble you have ever seen and the columns seem to shine in the light of the sun, yet no one seems to take so much as a single glance at it as they are completely absorbed in their games and activities.
With little else to do as you wait for your fate, you gaze at your captors, and had it not been for your little adventure through the funhouse mirror maze, you would have complimented them on their "costumes." The large white horns on their heads shone brightly in the sun and looked sharp enough to gouge any intruder or evil-doer in the whole of the amusement park. Their muzzles pressed out of their faces looked just like that of a bull, the one with a solid brown coat while the other was pure black. Their hands were covered in fur like the rest of them, but their fingers seemed dark black and upon closer inspection, you were shocked to discover they were as hard as hooves in fact the fingertips were hooves, yet their fingers were still as flexible as any human's. Their sheer size was astounding and looking down, you can see that While they did wear suit jackets, as they approached the building the clothes seemed to disappear. In their place was simply a loin cloth that reached down to about the knees. Their tails flicked around behind them whether in anticipation or simply out of habit, you have no idea. Their expressions were still almost as blank as ever as they carried your light body (well, light to them anyways) inside the building and into a place that seemed to be from another time.
You gasp as you stare at the dirt floor and the torches which line the main room. It's as if you just stepped back through the centuries and into a world of Greek myth. Sitting on an ornate and very cushioned throne where the Statue of Zeus, the great god of the sky should be, was one of the most drop dead gorgeous women you have ever seen in your life. The bull men no ... the minotaurs, you dimly recall the name from the stupid mythology your teachers shoved down your throat at school, bowed to the woman before she nodded and they unceremoniously dropped you onto the ground. You're free from their grasp!
As you look around, you see many doors on your left and right and even some behind the throne itself. Any one of them could provide a passage for escape, or you could try to run back the way you came into the streets of Pleasure Island once more. But with these imposing figures next to you and the mysterious woman they seem to obey, that might not be the best idea. Then again, the minotaurs seem to be slow and dim-witted. Perhaps that can be used to your advantage. Or perhaps you should stand there and listen to the strange woman; make your case to her. Maybe she can help you to escape this madhouse. What will you do?