that interactive story I still care about

You have no objections to this thought.

You stand, climb up onto your white lawn chair and do a dance. Or, at least, you'd call it a dance. Others may describe it as you looking like a worm attempting to court a jar of cranberry sauce. It is downright Youtube worthy.

You do this for quite a while.

Then you stop. And that's over with.

You have 1 choice: