|Living room||Score: 15||Moves: 14|
The child, with tears welling up in his eyes, tells you that all his short life all he has wanted is a stick of Big Red chewing gum. "Do you have any Big Wed, mister? I'll give you my keychain if you give me some Big Wed."
"No, I can't wead," he tells you.
His eyes light up and he wordlessly hands you the keychain. You foul excuse for a human.
You've got some clothes, a butcher knife, some batteries, and this poor kid's keychain.