Extend the Story - Add a Room

Faster than greased lightning you grab your tongs and grab all 6 pieces of bacon in one swoop of your mighty wrist.

Gasping in apparent pain, one of the less crispy bacon gets up and says to you in its little bacon voice, ''Thank you kind stranger. My colleges and I were cryogenically frozen and the next thing we know we find ourselves in..well...you know the rest. ''

He rolls over to access the damages. Two bacon cooked beyond repair and the rest sustaining multiple cook wounds. You feel a twang of guilt as the remaining bacon morn over their fallen comrades.

''Man, I'm really sorry about that. I was just really hungry.'' You grab a paper towel and gently dab the succulent grease from their delicious pores.

''I am Narten, representitive of the Bae-ken Dor. We look similar to what you humans refer to as 'bacon'. Our leader sent us here to ask Dr. Awkward for his assistance, but we were caught by the notorious Meat Packagers. Fret no more about the fallen. You are human. We look delicious. It's a common mistake. Now, we could require some assistance in contacting Dr. Awkward if you are able to help. '' He gives you a look. You've never seen bacon, er- Bae-Ken Dor, that's so intense. Gulping you...

...pass out. You're such weaksauce.