You decide to stop rolling, which your genitalia assures you was a wise choice. You then question whether your genitals have always been so courteous, which you highly doubt given those awkward teenage years. Perhaps the top hat has contributed to its change in behaviour? Did it put it on itself? Despite your curiosity into the matter, you think it best not to disturb the ambiguous extremity. You realise you have just wasted a portion of your life lying naked on the floor with a top hat covering your genitals, and decide to do something about the situation. But not much, because then this route would be like that route and there'd be no point in it. And that hat. You just can't put it out of your mind. Do something to take your mind off of it. Hum louder than before! Or... just reach out a little and take that majestic wonderous hat for yourself? Oh, do it do it do it do it do it! [Claim the top hat] [Hum even louder]