"Sure, sounds like a great idea!" And with that the two of you start heading towards Schmaka, everyone's favorite composite food service provider fabricated for the purposes of this story. The coordinator pats you on the back and nods in approval.

 It's fifteen minutes later, and the two of you are enjoying your "lunch" as you discuss the "exciting future" of "Clark." After you gulp down the last of your first Coke, you walk up to get a refill when you notice Schmaka Smake's haircut. At the same time, you find yourself strangely drawn to the new soda machine. Your jaw drops as you ponder it's impressive valve system. As you're rendered sterile by the thought, you can't help but noticing the delivery boy in his cute little jumpsuit, the man who has delivered this soda machine... this perfection.

 The coordinator waves at you to return and eat some more "food."

If you want to comment on the soda machine to the delivery boy, turn to Page 18.

 

If you decide to kiss up a little to the coordinator, turn to Page 74.