As you pirouette, there is a loud gun-esque bang. This is a gun firing. Indeed, it’s firing at you. Luckily, your pitifully inadequate gymnastic prowess leaves you skidding forward on that compact ice we spent a whole clause warning you not to slip on. However, in your clumsy skating you avoid the bullet, which hits your turkey baste.
The liquid immediately spreads over the road (thanks to its ultra-low-viscosity ultra-tastiness) and all the snow is changed immediately to hydrochloric acid. This causes the tyres of a red car which is screeching around the bend at somewhere in the vicinity of 90mph to immediately dissolve. Without any control, the car careers into the road works with a satisfying crunch. Meanwhile, you continue to slide across the ice, just ahead of the rapidly-advancing acid.
Wondering what exactly he’s done, the sniper leans over the roof, but sadly slips on that compact ice we spent a whole clause warning you not to slip on. He quickly accelerates toward the floor, but sadly hits the awning of the shop below and ricochets into the road, which he slips over, landing in the hole.
Suddenly, the combination of petrol and turkey baste is set alight by a drip of X-Nogg which had been slowly oozing from your bag.
All the characters in the game are set alight in a giant, burning pyre. You lie, slightly dazed, in a flower bed just above the level of the acid and wait for it to drain away, laughing quietly to yourself about that well-executed massacre.
Do you...
Get up and go to collect your (small) prize. [P. 10]
Or you could always stare at this page for the rest of the day.