>I think we should take the sausage roll and get out of here. To the south.

You clutch the SAUSAGE ROLL close to your heart and mutter "My precious," then walk south.

South is the front door.

>look around

There is more mail piled up right below the mail slot. On top of the pile is a new TROPE LOVERS magazine. The front door is slightly ajar.

Directions are: south, north, east, and west.

What do you want to do?