Conehead

Having finally reached the app who Yori claims will be able to send me back to the real world, it seems that my journey through the bizarre neon-colored realm of the iPhone is finally at an end. But apparently I must solve some riddles before I will be permitted to pass through whatever API will lead me home. If only the AT&T network was not so weak and congested here, I might be able to use Google to find the answers to the bizarre question posed to me by the mysterious old conehead who lives in a hole in the floor …

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