- >You are Anon, slacker extraordinaire
- >You've just finished a hard day of doing nothing, when your cell phone rings
- "Marcus...thought he was in Cleveland. Wonder what he wants..."
- >You answer the call
- "Hello?"
- "Anon...is this Anon?"
- >The voice is way too girly to be Marcus...
- "Marcus...dude is this one of those calls that ends with me having to call you Martha?"
- "No, listen! This is Jennifer. I work at Spaghetti Land. Marcus said to call, something's gone horribly wrong."
- "What? What happened?"
- "Turn on your TV."
- >You grab the remote and turn your TV on
- >The Emergency Broadcast System is on
- >Apparently, Cleveland and the surrounding area is totally overrun with fluffies
- >The military had been called in just a few hours ago to deal with the problem
- "Holy shit...what do you need."
- >Jennifer pauses
- >You hear her say something to Marcus, and then you hear the phone being handed off
- "Anon, listen. Things in the park are shit. We need help."
- "Things in the PARK? Dude, Cleveland is practically buried under fluffies!"
- "What!? How many are there?"
- "News says...anywhere from 10-30 million."
- "Holy fuck...alright, change of plans then."
- "What do you need?"
- "I need you to make a phone call."
- >You stay on the phone for a few more minutes listening to Marcus' instructions
- >He wants you to call Hasbro and as many news stations as possible
- >He also wants you to try to get through to the military
- >You're to tell everyone that someone has planted explosives all over Spaghetti Land
- >It takes you about 45 minutes, but you manage to spread the word to everyone
- "Alright...that should stop the place from becoming a crater...for now at least."
- >You stop and think for a minute
- >Marcus is trapped in what is possibly the least happy place on Earth
- >He is surrounded by fluffies
- >There are explosives
- "Shit...what should I do..."
- >AND there's a damsel in distress
- "....Hey, Starsplash! We're taking a trip!"
- "Otay, daddeh! Stawspwas wuv dwivin!"
- >You hop in your car and speed toward Cleveland
- >You barely run into any traffic, since everyone is going AWAY from the city
- >That gives you the perfect opportunity to go about 30 above the speed limit
- >Within 5 hours, you reach the city
- >It's about 6 at night, and martial law is in effect
- >A soldier stops your car
- "Sir, I'm going to ask you to turn around. City's being swept for fluffies and looters."
- "No, I can't do that. I have a friend trapped in the park."
- "Every effort is being made to safely evacuate-"
- "THERE'S FUCKIN' 10 TONS OF C4 UNDER THE GODDAMN PLACE!"
- "WHAT!?"
- >You grab Starsplash and dash through the blockade
- >No one attempts to give chase since you're essentially knee-deep in shit
- "The things I do for that guy.."
- "Daddeh, we goin' Sketti Wand?"
- "Yeah. We're going to Sketti Land."

