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/>You are in a field. You have no idea who you are or where or when. You see a mailbox here.

>Kill Mailbox

/>That is the stupidest thing ever, moron. You can't KILL a mailbox.

>Lick Mailbox

/>I don't care what the strategy guide says, you can't do that. I'm pretty sure it would taste bad, anyway.

>Please

/>Still no.

>Read Mail

/>You don't have X-Ray powers.

>Fly away

/>Where'd you get the impression you were Superman? / >Open mailbox

/>Finally, you catch on. Anyway, you see a swiss army knife and a sandwich.

>Lick Sandwich

/>Sexy.

>Bite Sandwich

/>Ham, Cheese, and Mayo on moldy bread. Oops, did I forget to mention that? Sorry.

>Puke

/>Where?

>Anywhere

/>You puke into your own mouth.

>Puke on grass

/>Apparently, this is some kind of hyper-fertilizable soil. They grow 10 feet tall. That's not disabling you to reach the swiss army knife is it?

>Yes.

/>TOO BAD! Heh heh heh heh heh.

>I hate you.

/>So? I don't have emotions.

>Point taken

/>I say when you take a point here.

>Look

/>You are in a field. You have no idea who you are or where or when. There is a open mailbox, a puddle of puke with 10 foot grass covering the mailbox, and a moldy ham, cheese, and mayo sandwich near it.

>Get Mailbox

/>Back to square one, are we? Unintelligent interactions with the mailbox.

>Get that thingy off the mailbox

/>The flag?

>That thing.

/>I don't see what use it will be, but you take it.

>cut grass with flag

/>It's not so much cutting as it is pushing, but you make your way through it.

>Get Swiss Army Knife

/>You're too far away

>Step Forward

/>I made you step in your own puke puddle, ha ha.

>Gimme the swiss army knife already

/>Fine.