You big softie. You whimper like a little girl. All of a sudden, the shooting stops. Saddam Hussain looks at his watch and says "Dinner time!". The music stops and he leaves the room through the window. Phew, that was a bit crazy. You get up. It's hard to say at this time what has happened to Chubson. He's gone, that's for sure. But where? Is he playing games, or did he leg it before the madness started? Either way, you are safe. So you walk sheepishly to the toilet.