You grab a handful of the chortling luckdragon's mane and attempt to slam his head into the jukebox. He doesn't budge at all, nor does he even seem aware of you at all. You'll need to do a few more reps with your free weights before you'll be able to toss him around. No matter. If you can't bring his head to the jukebox...

You'll just have to bring the jukebox to his head. You bash and bash and bash, but you'll be damned if it's doing anything, apart from causing the Limahl track to skip slightly. Frustrated, you wind up and give one last mighty swing with the surprisingly sturdy jukebox. The blow causes Falcor's head to shift slightly, but more importantly, it causes the minijuke to stop playing. Before you can declare victory, however, it advances to the next song on the list:

And you realize your troubles have only just begun.

"Idaho? Why that reminds me of a joke! A joke about potatoes! You see, there was once a man who was staying at a hotel that specialized in making delicious bowls of potato soup..."

It's inescapable. So long as you're in the company of this rambling luckdragon, you'll be forced to endure a neverending loop of the same tired story. The notion is just too much to bear. You yank the live wires out of the back of the minijuke and manage to get them in your mouth before Falcor gets to the bit about the enema.

HOP IN MY CHRYSLER, IT'S AS BIG AS A FAIL! START OVER!!!