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You re-open the microwave. "Er... uh... pardon me, but... what are
you?"
"Me? Why, I'm Bagle's Raman that was left here a long time ago.
Over the years, I've learned to develop life, conquer a form of
transport, and basically survive in this harsh environment called CSH.
At least, it's harsh to a can of old noodles. Nearly wound up in the
trash one day. Had to bite the cleaning lady. Oh... she didn't like
that one bit."
"Oh, I see," you reply dumbfoundedly.
The Raman glances at the microwave clock.
"Look at the time. I really must be off. Ta ta." It "jumps" off from
the microwave area, lands on the floor with a splat, and begins
slithering out the kitchen and into the trash closet. You've never
seen anything quite like this.
What do you want to do now?
* Follow the Raman.
* Walk down the hall and ignore the Raman.
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