Unfortunately you do not land like a cat. Your trailing Enormous Fungal Growth is too heavy and you collapse in a heap. Perhaps making a landing not dissimilar to one that a giraffe might make, if I were forced to make an animal comparison.

You rise and dust yourself off. It's lucky you brought along your feather duster.

A lengthy corridor greets you, it says "hello" but as it is speaking in the little-known corridor language you merely hear a gargled howl. Must be the wind, you think to yourself amid the motionless air. It's a shame that you don't speak corridor as the corridor was an interesting chap and you would have got along grand.

Seven-ninths of the way down the corridor you notice a crumpled piece of paper on the floor.

Will you pick up the paper?

Yes

Or

No