As the pseudo-Gwodders natter and yammer and wrestle and take turns pretending to be each others' dogs and whatnot you go down into the cellar to check your various stocks. Deep below the Urth there is a vast chamber, a cellar-garden, where you age, cure, smoke, and infuse the husks of Gwodders-gone-by into the forms of your various vices. Here is a desk upon which an ancient scroll is unrolled to whichever part you were reading when you got bored with it. A small crystal vial of the special secret water is there! Boy it's been a while since you drank any of the special secret water. You drip a few drops on your tongue
and remember three very important things. You immediately go back upstairs and disconnect one of the seven Gwodder-brains.