Hall of Infinite Doors

You order a Whopper Value Meal. Within a jiffy the zombie-like teenage workers hand you a bag of food and you hand them a few dollars. You then sit down and pull out the thing they call a sandwich. It oozes with grease and unidentifiable goo. You bite down and eat a fourth of the sandwich in one bite. Despite how it looks, it tastes pretty darn good. You hardly notice as you eat the meal that you are transforming... and when the meal has done you have transformed into a fat balding man in a greasy wife beater. Your "free will" quickly fades and you find yourself at a quick stop buying a 30 pack of Natural Ice and then sitting on a couch in front of your trailer drinking it and kicking your dog.