Najia knows the way out! | Story by Taika Waititi

Stuck in here for weeks. No escape. Looks like it's the end of the line boys.

Ain't never getting out of this here pickle jar.

Who are you?

Naja, I'll help you get out. Yalla.

Now. Okay. So, Naja, you get out. Yalla. Now. Okay.

So, nausea, you said it. And then I was a barista for a few years, but that didn't work out. Then I met Colleen. That was a very explosive relationship. Literally, she exploded.

You don't talk much, do ya?

Phew, that was close. Uh oh. Sheesh, that was even closer. Now to have a way to help me out of these... shrells. And she's gone.

Um, I could use a little help here. Don't step on the yellow cube.

Feels okay. I think it's good. That was pretty close.

Don't step on the yellow cube!

Okay, no need to yell. Come on. Freedom! Hola, chico!

What took you so long?

Come on, Najia!

We're free! Who are you? You're free!

You're free to go, but somehow I don't think you want to. You feel at home in this place. You understand my puzzles. You need them, and they need you. You need them, and they need you. You don't talk too much, do you?