Returning from the washroom, gnomad has evidently resumed the quest, along with his unsavoury outer garments. Noticing the duck, he is about to ask for the bill, but remembers in time,

"Check, please...Oh on Bert is it?..most kind, please give him my regards" he wonders who Bert can be, but somehow it doesn't seem to matter that much.

"Get a move on, Shrove Tuesday will be on you any time, and if JohnInKansas is going to make you the professor's machine he's going to need at least a day or two."

gnomad heaves on the pack, relieved it is now somewhat lighter. He glares at the badger, deciding that ray-bans and a smoking-jacket is not the look he would choose for himself. The badger has not finished, he is a badger after all.

"and now you want me to tell you where to go." though it is clear gnomad would rather do the telling, "Go through the Kansas door, obviously, and say thank you to these nice people before you do! Maybe sing them a song, but make it quick, not one of your wrist-slitters, and NO Excelsior"

gnomad has had enough of this, also an idea. He focuses on the smoking jacket, which crumbles to ashes, and the badger vanishes. Leaning on the bar, gnomad sings,

Oh, All the money e'er I had,
I've spent it in good company,
And all the harm I've ever done,
Alas it was to none but me,
And all I've done, for want of wit,
To memory now I can't recall,
So fill to me the parting glass,
Goodnight, and joy be with you all.

If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure time to sit awhile,
There is a fair maid in this town,
That surely has my heart beguiled,
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips,
I own she has my heart in thrall,
So fill to me the parting glass,
Goodnight, and joy be with you all.

Oh, all the comrades e'er I had,
They are sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts e'er I had,
They would wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise, and softly call,
Goodnight, and joy be to you all.

He eyes the multicloured row of doors, and picks one. As he lurches out there comes a burst of song, "Oklahoma, where.." the door swings shut, and the aroma begins to disperse.