You tell Baba Yaga that your name is . 'What a terrible name,' she cackles.

Baba Yaga asks for your star-sign. You tell her, . She scoffs, 'Does anyone even believe in that star-sign garbage?'

'Two foxes are in peril. One of them just murdered your family. The other is going to murder two other families tomorrow. Which fox do you save?' Baba Yaga studies your expression intently as you reply, .

'When was your last bowel movement?' Baba Yaga asks, laughing derisively. You sigh. I suppose it was .