don't tell them anything
It hurts, but you're not dead amazingly enough. Instead you're
directly in front of a T. Rex with six inch teeth. And boy does he
look hungry!
Just then some anime doodle runs up in front of the camera and yells,
"Hold it a minute!"
Rex freezes.
"Who are you?" you ask.
"I'm Lady Odd, the writer, and I'll be controlling your exploits
for a while," she says.
"This isn't a fan fic story!" you yell.
"I realize that, but I am the writer and there's nothing you can
do about it," she says.
You don't have anything to say.
She continues. "This is kind of like the Truman Show. We write
everything you do and it's all on a big movie set."
You look around. "Looks real to me."
Lady Odd shrugs. "I dunno. The set people did a really good job.
Oh well. RESUME!"
Suddenly Rex is in motion again and you run for your life. Then you
remember the little scrap of metal and you quickly wish to go
to...
You don't tell them anything. So they line you up against a wall and
yell "FIRE!!!"
