[Mart awakens, yawns, and then stretches his arms and legs upon lifting himself from bed. Drowsily, he walks past a mirror in his room... only to run back to it when he notices that one: This isn't his room. These are not his astronaut emblazoned pajama. He doesn't even have pajamas. And two: He's got flat, regular, human teeth!]
What the hell!?
[Mart examines the room further. Everything is all old and crappy, like the kind of stuff you'd see on the TV land channel. Which of course means, not cool.]
A. Phone (Public)
[Mart grabs a nearby phone and tries to call up his witch mother.]
Hey, mom! Is this another weird spell to punish me?
B. Action
[Mart, not wanting to solve this mystery on an angry stomach, will walk outside, in his astronaut pajamas, and find the nearest available person to ask where is a good place to eat around here.
That of course, means you.]
Hey, buddy, where can a guy like me get his weight in burgers around here?
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