You open the door, and big, wobbly, pink thing with
a ornate headdress is staring at you. A whole tribe of wobbly pink
things are looking at you.
"who are you?" you ask. the headdress thing says,"
hello. i am of the spam tribe. our pinky flesh
is the cause of us being composed of fat,chemicals,
and sodium glutomate. and you're our lunch today!
AAAHHH ha ha ha!" all the beady eyes are focused on you.
You then..........