All roads lead to...
Phew! You slam the door in the front covers of the charging army. Thank god they have no arms, but that angry sound of rustling paper doesn't bode well.
You rush to the fridge in search of your protein-rich energy-packed super-power inducing feta cheese. In horror you look at your outstretched hand. Even after adding your remaining cashews to the very last morsels of cheese, you're still short of a handfull.
You rush to the fridge in search of your protein-rich energy-packed super-power inducing feta cheese. In horror you look at your outstretched hand. Even after adding your remaining cashews to the very last morsels of cheese, you're still short of a handfull.
You have 2 choices:
- You spot the leftover plate of syrup-drenched pancakes. Hell, the little books haven't eaten...uh, ever. And, well, being the flimsy inaninimate objects they are, you consider that maybe your overactive imagination has exaggerated the situation.
- You eye the porterhouse steak sitting alluringly to the right of those wimpy boca burgers. You manage to resist and instead decide to dial Meg for some suggestions on superpwer vegetarian delectibles.