[16] written by kaia

But faster than you can say "uncle," the many-eyed beholder
lunges towards you, folds of its gnarled, rubbery-loose flesh slopping
you like punching bags knocking you to the ground. Its hot and sour
breath sears your face as you withdraw your boyscout knife and drive it
fast and hard, many times, into the space between the eyes. Star bucks
Coffee trickles from some of the wounds, while irish cream pours from
others. Sweet nectar of the gods! You take out a tin cup and start to
collect fluid to drink.

* If you've decided to get wired on Star bucks, go to [34].
* If you've decided to get plastered on Bailey's, go to [35].