"Listen, Guys," you say, stepping into the middle of the room amidst a shower of square green feathers, "can't we settle this peacefully?" "Do good and evil have to be foes? Can't we get along together?" A custard pie hits you from the left and a cow patty from the right. "Well, how 'bout if I referee to see that everyone's treated fairly?"

Your tongue begins to wiggle and snap of its own accord and a carpet of rats with little pitchforks lift you and carry you to an exit passage.

You...
    can try to cast a spell on the wizards
    follow the passage
    run to the piggy
    pretend to leave
    escape.