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Bill Murray marches up to you and asks, ‘Can I have a hug?’

You peek out the window. Thomas Pynchon is laying facedown in your flowerbed. You sink to your knees with worry.

The radio crackles to life. A news report is on about a radiation leak a dark area. You are starting to feel thirsty.

You surprise Alex Trebek. He drops a pinecone and runs away.

You startle Zombie Carl Sagan who drops a puppy and runs away.

You start doing the worm until you find yourself near a grotto.

You get tired of waiting for the all-you-can-eat-buffet to open so you walk to a particle board storage facility instead.

You eat some sushi.

The drugs are kicking in. You are in a dark area. You cough.

After pushing your way through a dense crowd, you arrive in a hugbox.

You open up a copy of The Catcher in the Rye. Water pours out.

After scrambling through some dense underbrush, you find yourself near a haunted house. You look around nervously.

You peek out the window. Peter Dinklage is standing right there, peeking back in. Your clothes feel too loose.

You wake up in front of Peter Dinklage’s house. You have no clue how you got there. You hear an ambulance in the distance.

A finch attacks with a filthy soap slap. You strike back with cute kittens. FATALITY. But who?!

You’re in front of a forest. Someone has attached marionnette wires to your hands, feet, and head. Somehow, you’ve lost your coat.

You follow a winding path north only to find yourself in a dark area.

You open up a copy of the Bible. You read a bit before tossing it over your shoulder and then doing the electric slide.

Zombie Carl Sagan attacks with a Cleveland steamer. You execute a rusty trombone. It keels over all dead and stuff.

In the distance, you hear a bunch of kids get wicked.