Hall of Infinite Doors

You stagger through the doors into the gas station. It seems that your fine motor functions have been effected by your loss of feeling and you find yourself a little clumsy when locomoting. The cashier, a small Indian man takes one look at you and screams and runs into the back room. You find this odd but it does not distract you for long because of your intense hunger. The first thing you grab is a box of twinkies hoping this will hit the spot...