Originally Posted by The Narrator

The first signs of trouble were brewing as the thick, dark clouds that rolled into view, obscuring the sun that made you happy you were invited only moments ago. Thicker and thicker they piled into the sky until there is little in the way of light save for the tiki lights and the candles by the cabana. From the East a cold wind rises that causes the tips of the palm trees to bend and shake. One blow and you're sent into a teeth chatter you feel you'll never recover from. The appearance of goosebumps should be your warning to get out...while you can.

But wait, the door to the irie room has started opening and closing with loud bangs.

BANG BANG BANG!