Reaching your hand out to Cindy, you ask sheepishly, "Are you okay?"
While you find this a magnanimous gesture, she obviously doesn't. She whips out a small can from her purse and sprays searing magma straight into your eyes.
As you flail about on the ground, Cindy pours her hot chocolate on your face, screaming at you.
"Get away from me, pervert!"
Pervert? But you're not one of those.
Crack!
Pain assails your gut, but at the same time its cushy and fuzzy. Despite your blurred vision, you see a figure with glowing golden hair towering over you, her leg arched behind her. It swings forward, and another round of pain rocks your socks.
After another few kicks, you hear footsteps fade away into the splashing of the fountain right next to you. You're curled up in a ball on the ground and you can't see anything, and as you remember why you locked yourself away for so many years, you wish that you had just got over your burger disappearing that morning and had just stayed home instead of venturing out to find it.
>> Drink your red potion?