#Chapter25
We got stamps on our hands upon admission. It would have been cool if they had stamped something cool, like a crocodile or a reindeer, but instead, it was just a silly little circle. It didn't taste nice, either.
But that ceased to matter as soon as we were inside.
Eyes, hands or legs, I couldn't decide which one I needed more of. It was impossible to say which one would have been more beneficial, as there was too much to see, too many things to touch, and far too many places to be at once. In the end, Blake had to take control, otherwise we would have spent our whole time there running back and forth between machines as I tried to decide which I wanted to try first.
