> You lick the ooze. Delicious! It tastes like that tamarindo pepper goo hair candy that is sold in Mexico for pennies. Suddenly you realize that something is a little odd. The ground is moving. Actually, it's not moving, you're just growing extremely fat at an astonishing pace. You wave your arms rapidly to get some exercise to counteract this growth, but it doesn't help (much, anyway). There's still some goo left on your left pinky finger. The door to the EAST opens up and a MAN stands behind it, still oblivious your rapidly growing presence.