For some strange reason, you decide to run in the election for first meal. You stand up in front of all the Grues and argue that you are the best first meal. You win by a landslide.
> No! I meant run AWAY!
You should have said that sooner. In a single gulp, you are eaten.
- *** You got screwed ***
Would you like to bend over, restore the missionary position, or end this session of lovemaking? (type RESTART, RESTORE, or QUIT):