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The wall's clearly not working. You go back into the kitchen. The fridge looks pretty sturdy you suppose with a shrug. You're never seen someone put a hole in a fridge before. You swing your arm at the side of your refrigerator and hear a loud thud as the canister collides, followed by several smaller thuds as the appliance shifts in its alcove and the food inside shuffles around. You inspect the damage. None to the demented potato prison of your own creation, but thankfully, also none to the fridge. "Alright," you smile. As long as the fridge can take a couple more hits, you should be out of this in no time at all. You smack it a little harder this time. The familiar thuds you expected were immediately joined by a sharp crack, as the bottom hinge of the door snapped off and shot across the door. The bottom left hand corner of the door plummeted to the tile floor, leaving all your food fully exposed to the world.

"God dammit! This fuckin' thing," you cuss as you flail your arm about wildly in frustration. You grit your teeth and stare again at the mustachioed mascot on the packaging. "WHO THE FUCK EVEN ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO DO WITH CHIPS? FUCK YOU!"

You're slowly destroying your apartment. It might be time to take a break from smashing.

What do you do?

A) Soldier on. This thing's gotta break sooner or later.
B) Attempt to duct tape your fridge shut so your food doesn't go bad.
C) You're getting sad and frustrated. Join a support group for the physically handicapped.
D) You can't go to the hospital, you don't have health insurance. Go to the police instead.
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You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave.