Wait... I've been investing in my science skill... USE SCIENCE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE THIS WORK MY WAY!
[2]
OH DEAR GOD YOU'RE FINALLY OUT OF BOOZE.
Normal science gets you nowhere. You arrive at a metal box.
My god.
Use my fingertips, my snout, my lips to carefully and blissfully navigate my own personal banana dimension. Gingerly eat a banana. Then another. Rub the peels on my body.
Ecstasy.
Suddenly realize I no longer have someone's hand in my own, unhurriedly attempt to feel around the banana dimension for him.
Smell the bananas.
Float amongst them.
[3]
You float around until you hear explosions and the GM avatar laughing maniacally outside.
Integrate weapon into meat body.
[5]
Intergrated. YOU CAN SHOOT IT WITH YOUR MIND, BAAAAAH!
A persons poofs out of nowhere in front of you.
Phew, that could have gone worse. Craft a potato-proof armour plate from the potatoes, install to mech. Grab a few potatoes inside the mech, escape back to the normal world. I have a feeling the potato-proofing will end up badly for me, but I can't exactly see how. In other news, WHY DO I KEEP ROLLING SO POORLY?!
[6]
You're armoured up and back home. The GM whips out his trusty Nuclear Potato
TM and chucks it at you.
Wait...I'm in the pain dimension and can feel pain...
Scream like a little girl and try to find a door/portal/warp-gate/anything leading to any other dimension
[3]
You see a man. He shreds you into your composite dimensions, reassembles you as a human, and sends you to the same place as Hugoluman.