All is in Blunderland

The purple door leads down a steep set of stairs to a hazy, dimly-lit room filled with the most bizarre, dangerous-looking characters you've ever seen. As your eyes scan the room for some sign of what to do next, you feel something hard jammed into the small of your back.

"You," a familiar voice hisses, "Walk slowly toward that booth and have a seat. Don't try anything punny, or this will be a extremely short conversation."

What will you do?