>>18497652good god. just. Imagine. Getting blackout drunk one afternoon, then waking up in a really nice living room, on a intricately decorated couch, classical music playing, everything is weirdly ornate, and in walks this lady, whom you immediately recognize as Abby:
>YOU HAVE TO EAT ALL THE EGGS.And then you wake up, realize it was all a dream but you must live in the nightmare of imagining.
