As you continue down the corridor, it gets colder and colder. Before long, you find the source of the freezing temperature.

It’s a small creature that looks like a snowball with a face and unfeasibly rosy cheeks.

“Ho brave adventurer!” he shouts. “I’m Hugsy McIcicles. To pass through my corridor, you must give me a hug.”

“Bit iffy,” you say, but Hugsy just smiles and ignores you.

“A quick hug,” he says “and you can continue on to the shoppes.”

You have a couple of options, because at this point in the adventure, I can’t be bothered to code up the extra pages needed if you wanted to go back the way you came. Will you: