How to Get to Jail

"All deception checks for it. I'm 17," says Albie, "I must be having trouble with the pipes at jail." The riddle: Three doors in front of you are a small door, a broad door and a narrow door. So I shouldn't do this. Stir fry, stir fry got the poop out of your eye. Oh, maybe we'll see you up there? Yeah, we take breaks from down here. All right. Can we go? We climb up through the party?"