[Spoken]
So, uh, that was the Ink Machine...
Now, let's head past the gift shop over to the sound department
I hear they're working on a musical episode

Huh, these lights don't seem to be working
Oh, there they go
Hey, look, it's our studio handyman, Boris
Boris, did you fix these lights?

Buddy, you need some cough medicine or something, you sound terrible today

Oh, you'd like to come along with us
That's a great idea, we were just heading to the sound department
Maybe you could stop at the gift shop and gеt something for your throat

[Sung]
First on our famous tour, this broken board we'rе driving toward
I swore this paint had dried...
Feel free to see our sewer!
Its flimsy grate can't hold much weight
But seals the eels inside!
Don't let this wet and slimy net
Of cobweb attach onto your face!
Beware! These stairs are terribly tilted
And built in the wrong place!
[Spoken]
Aw shucks, the engine's dead
I guess today this'll have to be a walking tour

[Sung]
Stay close and watch your feet, cause something might attempt to bite them off!
It's awfully rare...
Try not to breathe too deep, cause something stinky, black and inky's fogging up the air!
Our old commode's known to explode!
I think all the sinks are prone to leak...
And so you know, our CEO was murdered here last week!

[Spoken]
Hahaha! I'm just messing with you, he got killed ages ago!
Huh, that's weird, the elevator's out of order
Looks like we'll have to take the dark, creepy, long way around

[Sung]
Look to the left and see the broken beam our legal team demands be banned from view!
Steer clear of loose debris!
The wood's so old it's mostly mold
I'm told it holds like new!
Don't sweat the threat of traps we've set
For man-eating vermin in our halls!
Excuse the ooze that's fused to the rafters
And plastered to the walls!
Be careful as you pass this mound of broken glass!
Don't meddle with this pedal, it'll expel toxic gas!
I'm legally required to warn you that this wire
Can hold 3,000 volts and light your private parts on fire!
I'm sure you're all aware, don't stick your face in there!
The ratchet may just catch it and then tear out all your hair!
That's why we had you sign this line here to decline
All rights to lidication and/or damages and fines!

This here's the lost and found, where gloves and hats and giant bats are kept
Except the bats...
Don't mind the grinding sound
The soup cans crashed our trash compactor and it's jammed with rats!
Ignore this poorly programmed door, the gift shop awaits us just inside!
I'll admit a bit of doubt that we'd make it
Cause every group I've had...
Has died!

[Spoken]
Huh, where's Boris?
Oh shoot
Maybe you'll be okay
Let's keep this part of the tour to ourselves