Romantic Clichés...

You make your way to Ferris wheel, hoping it'll get stuck so the two of you can make out like in all the stories you've read online. Good for you for admitting that. You're much more of a man me, you obviously not a Gary-Stu, you.

However, the Ferris wheel functions as it should; it never gets stuck. So you don't get the infamous make out session at the top of the wheel, but you do get a mini make out session on the way up and the way back down.

However, once you reach the bottom, you find yourself surrounded by bipdeal burgers. Screams reach you from all around, and buildings are engulfed in flames as fair-goers are assaulted by sentient cheeseburgers.

One of the burgers in the crowd around you comes up to you and addresses you directly.

"Surrender now, and things will be over quickly. Do not make this difficult."

Your head starts spinning and stomach rumbles and tumbles; that double cheeseburger from McCheesy's earlier is not agreeing with you. You wonder if it has something to do with this army of burgers all around you.

"Well?" the burger says. "What'll it be? Drop to your knees or you will suffer a merciless demise."

  >> Shriek?
  >> Stay and fight?
  >> Flee?