You didn't ask for this. This absolute hell. Nearly getting murdered every ten minutes. But you're stuck here. Might as well make the best of it. Like two minutes ago, you found some Pop-Tarts! They still look good... You go to pop one in your mouth- "Don't touch my pizza..." AAAAnd then you realize there's a shadow looming over you. God damn it, it's Kevin. The weird little cat-wolf thing that's been trying to murder you and your teammates. Who are coincidentally nowhere near you. And he's got a machete perpendicular to your skull. Dumbass thinks the Pop-Tart is a pizza.