> Desperate times call for desperate measure. BREAK THE GLASS!!
You may not get the chance to eat again. It's best to see what you've got...
After a lot of stabbing and efforts, you see... Oh! Beans! One of them is beans! You LIKE BEANS A LOT. In fact, you would go as far as to say they are YOUR FAVORITE SORT OF FOOD. One oozes out some DARK SLUDGE YOU CANNOT MAKE OUT, and the last seems to have a FRUIT MIX, which you are partial to.
>Desperate times call for desperate measures. CALL JEN.EXE!!
you would, if you knew how.
> Fugly Bitch: Take Jen.exe poster.
... Maybe one day, you'll find a DIME. And a PHONE BOOTH. Or perhaps a different phone that does not require payment. That is not likely. You can still dream.
> Talk to the lil bug on the ground
You OFTENTIMES STRUGGLE WITH WORDS. You usually can ONLY SQUEEZE OUT A FEW. You regard yourself as hardly sapient, or even sentient, really. However, you still attempt to converse with the BUG. THE BUG regards you, but does not seem to share anything. Either YOU CANNOT SPEAK INSECTOID, or YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND INSECTOID. They are likely BOTH TRUE, as everybody only starts out with ONE LANGUAGE in their LINGUISTIC LIBRARY, and you have taken to COMMON.
>WHAT DO YOU DO?
