and if you look to your left,
The effects of the ancient peanut butter and jelly sandwich are taking
effect. You begin to sweat profusely and shake violently. You look
around the room in search of some type of antidote. Or maybe someone
to get you help from nearby, or something to ease the pain. A shiny
green bottle catches your eye with the words "drink me"
inscribed on a small white card attached to the bottle. You don't have
many options, so you decide to drag yourself across the cold tile
floor and reach out for the only hope you have
left.
