a few empty barrels
"Chunky forks in mine!" whispers Dave.
"Rarefied lettuce!" whimpers Barbara.
You hear basement doors opening. Do you puke in your barrel, or
scramble out to find another hiding place?
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! The three of you dive into your own respective
barrels. You collectively gag at the contents of your barrels. Yours
contains a few crumbs of beyond molding cheese.
