It feels almost sacrilegious to stick your boot in Shakespeare's face as you lean over to pull your knives out of the wax, but that is what's happening right now. "Ugh." No blood – still gross, even to the seasoned young hunter here. Allison spins her knives around her middle fingers, keeping them pointed behind her with her arms straight at her sides.

Hey guys, you feel like meeting Queen Victoria? Because that's happening next, rounding the corner as you make your way towards the exit once more.